Is it a weight
on my shoulders?
I would have to care
for it to weight me down.
I’m too tired to care.
The person in I see in my reflection
doesn’t look like anyone I recognise.
They look tired,
like they are hanging on
by their fingertips
which are cracked and bleeding
like their lips
which have been anxiously chewed and picked at.
The dark circles under their eyes
might as well be permanent at this point –
when was the last time they had a good night’s sleep?
Their hands seem to shake constantly
and their eyes are watering
and they look like they are about
to completely shatter at any moment.
Their hair, once the colour of fire
is turning to ashes by the second,
and I am watching them burn out in front of me.
I don’t know what to do to make this better.
I don’t think I can do anything.