Floating On

I hate

Being overstimulated

I hate

My mind flying

Farther and faster

Than my body can keep up

To the point my body

Just gives up

Doesn't try at all

While my mind

Flies off

Into oblivion

Independent of me

My wants

My needs

My any indication

Of caring

Wanting

Anything

Fuck this

I hate

The need

To stare at something

Repetitive and monotonous

So that while my mind

Is busy fucking off

My body

Doesn't suffer for it

I hate

The way the void

Opens up

I don't hate the void

I hate

That I can never access it

When

I

Want

It

When I need it

When I could use

A little fucking inner peace

And quiet

I hate

The

Floating

Balloon

Feeling

Like I'm not really real

Like I'm not really here

Like I really could float away

Be free

But I'm not free

I'm stuck

Trapped

This is

My eternity

My life

I don't want it

But I haven't got

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