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near death

What exactly am I supposed to do with my head?

when it throbs and says,

"you're better off dead."

what am I supposed to do,

when my hands shake against my will?

when my vision blurs & my legs turn to jelly,

when my head makes it so that I can't focus?

when my stomach continuously tries to throw itself up,

when my breathing reaches hysteria,

when I can't feel my limbs.

It's not as simple as you think

And it most definitely isn't pretty.