My mothers words are harsh

But they hold truth

Expect the worst

And always prepare yourself.

I’ve become numb day by day in anticipation.

I dont think its a voluntary reaction

But theres a point when i look out the window and

I

See

Nothing

I look in the mirror and i see

Nothing

I dont want to do this but

I look at you

And i’m beginning to see

Nothing.

It makes me sad

I dont see anything anymore

In myself and in my future.

I’m blind.

I was already running with a blindfold on

Hands outstretched

Fingers reaching like tendrils.

The wind blew me into spikes jutting from building walls

You found me and unveiled my eyes.

Told me i was such a prize

But now i have cataracts forming in my pupils

And a heart full of ice.

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