The sun is shining but I’m left in the dark.
A fog blurs my mind like a haunting ghost.
It’s warm outside,
But my body is still cold.
What is wrong with me?
Should I drink some tea?
Can I ignore the tension in my brain?
Oh you’re fine, my mind reassures me.
Maybe it’s lack of sleep!
Tossing and turning in bed all night,
Staring at the mesmerizing moonlight.
I stand in the mirror,
A figure stares back at me.
Hello?
Who is that?
Grey eyes look into mine,
Dark circles hang beneath like heavy clouds,
Clouds ready to burst.
Cheeks are gaunt,
Lips are pursed.
Unattractive.
Am I too skinny?
Do I eat more?
I sit with a plate of food before me,
But I’m not hungry,
Never am because of the pills,
The pills that get me through the day.
My body hurts for no reason,
Muscles sting with each movement,
A knife sits on the table,
Should I make it worse?
Add to the pain that already exists?
No.
It’s warm outside,
And my body is still cold.
I hold on to what I know,
My reality.
The fog in my mind,
And the ache combined.
The Blonde Quill 
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