fuck you healthline.com
for encouraging me to take care of myself
and get that checked out by a doctor
or that a sliver could get infected?
or that salmonella poisoning exists?
did you know that you are dying? like, every single day?
and eventually, you’re gonna find yourself
lying on a hospital bed, watching the lights go out?
and maybe they’ll mourn you
maybe they’ll remember
and does it even matter, in the end?
so now, i am staring at myself in the bathroom mirror
and i’m starting to hyperventilate
while i furiously wash my skin
’cause the world is a dangerous place
full of monsters and pathogens
and you stupid bitch, you broken hard drive
shutting down at the slightest inconvenience
why do you think that you’re above it all?
it’s not healthy
it’s not good
and maybe so far, you’ve made it through life
with a wind-up flashlight
hazard lights on in knee-high water
you can sleep when you’ve made it
you can always catch up later
it’s not healthy
and it’s not good
but i did what i had to do
but it’s out of my control
but this is just the way
so fuck you healthline.com
for telling me to take time off
and get some sleep
’cause my body’s just a delicate little thing, really
flower petals and marrow
yearning oozing from my throat
and for the rest of my life, i will be learning how to cope
so fuck you heathline.com
for kissing my forehead
and promising that if i just get some rest
i’ll feel better in the morning
cry it out
smash some glass
cut your hair
do what you have to do to ease the pain
even just a little