Melting Ideas

I’m Tired

I’m tired

I’m dissolving

I can feel my thoughts slow down

My eyes, they are rolling

I’m tired

I’ll melt

Bit by bit like sugar

Crystallized and gooey

Disgusting and gluttonous

This couch is less of a cradle

And more of a coffin

I can sense the haze around me

I can’t keep my eyes open, but I need to

To write, to express, to hold onto something

Hoping that it means something

But caring is so hard right now

This isn’t depression

This isn’t sadness

This is apathy

This is nothing

This is empty

And I shall go into my daily death

With a clear yet conditioned mind

With aches and bruises

But nothing to explain them.