Life is an open wound
spilling sumitriptan day dreams,
trance like apathy,
dizzying unease.
There were times when I was happy,
but like everything,
it passed.
There were times where I felt nothing
only for it to loom like vomit in an upset stomach.
I try doing things I like and it feels awful.
I lay in bed all day and it still feels awful.
I look in the mirror and don’t identify with who I am.