A Pms Moment

A PMS Moment (please. make. sense.) A motionless story sometimes bends me back. I have to start from the beginning and retrack. Why can’t it just be simple and kind? All these negative thoughts, I know they aren’t mine. So I take these pills and I drink this drink. Whatever it does to me… it still doesn’t sink. In--- sink in, please, God! Let me know I am still human, Let me be abroad from this state. Relapse, climb, relapse, climb. I’m like falling down the mountain every time. I thought I was special, maybe I still do. I thought my love was real, maybe it’s real to who? Myself is my only critic? The one who writes this to feel free from being pathetic? Oh, Ah, no ****** in my way. I have done so wrong that the blood spears into a distance daze. My functions, called life, pat me on the back. But the truth is, my story just motioned me back… To the pad that says, this is who I am today.