Broken

Fix me. Fix me in this moment
of shattered being.
My body is sluggish and
the hairs on my head
are beginning to slip from their
roots. Hips will not move, no,

no party will enjoy me. A flick
will not soothe.
The sound of any music makes it
worse. Thirst I cannot have, hunger
skips my mind. Off to sleep,
I wish. But there's a bitch.
Cruel, heartless bitch! She is
burden.
Climbs up my back and
jumps up and down on my
head, bringing me
down. I cannot sleep. I do not
want to sleep. No matter how much
sleep, I’ll awake only to find
she still exists.
But still I ask in my denial,
my child-like hope,
I ask.
Fix me.