Numbers

A poem about mental health struggles

Nothing excites me more than numbers Not just any numbers though, and definitely not hard-core math Which I wish I could understand But then there would be no more room for numbness

Each day, all day long I’m calculating The numbers on the scale The days left with much detail How much joy I can summon before evacuating

The numbers now haunt me They’re the beast that never sleeps But looks so docile as it keeps A forlorn dream to taunt me

The numbers swirl all around I still can’t summon joy It seems like they were meant to destroy My last frail hope for solid ground