Sometimes I want to cry for no fathomable reason
I tell myself this normal
That the aching in my chest that persists beforehand is not real
Just an imagined state that I am in
I am cocooned by feelings of darkness and nothingness
A sense that nothing is happening in my life
And everything is going to pits
I tell myself this is normal
That the lethargic manner with which I go about doing things is only perceived
Just an illusionary tactic put on by myself to make real what is not
I am embraced by weightfullness and weightlessness
A contradictory pressure upon my chest, my heart
I tell myself this is normal
That this is okay
This is life, this is living
It’s who I am, who I always will be
I tell myself this is normal

– Priscillamf (18.05.16)