̶ ̶ xxiii. I'M NOT OKAY, IT'S NOT ALRIGHT.

i lay bedridden with depression holding my limbs down,
my old self staring at me from my shadow, and i cry myself to sleep.

an addictive cycle with no intervention,
yet considering the doctor said i was fine,
then i should be, 
shouldn't i?

at least that's what my parents believe.