The Essence Of Who I Am

Even my baths have a screaming child on the other side of the door
When I close my eyes
They automatically open
I’m a mechanical robot cleaning and cooking machine
Every time I open my phone

I am searching for more and more dopamine
Yet it’s never enough
I stopped writing because I don’t have time
My books are hanging off cliffs
Ready to die
My belly is stirring with another body
Growing arms and legs and bones every day is exhausting
But I sit for a moment and fall asleep
Whimper in my nightmares
Lay awake, counting sheep
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