#FailedArtist Deleted Everything

Not everybody wants to exist.

Too much pain - too much everything.

Anxiety over the nothing, anxiety over the washing, anxiety over the cooking, anxiety over the shopping, anxiety about waking up.

How a broken keyboard could break a mind.

How a phone call breaks reality.

Impulsive rage implodes without notice.

Leaving a mist of confusion and a loss of memory.

Just cutting moments like a surreal vignette.

Embarrassed, honest, apologetic too.

Would have been so easy for you to reply.

To help a broken kid.

But, I understand that I’m a scary mess.

Just feel blessed to exist in a time like this.

The struggles and the success.

The emptying hand of fate.

You were always in control.