The Sunflower and The Cashier

Like the umbilical cord was wrapped around my

head, I inhaled more.

Suffocating myself and cutting off blood flow

to my brain.

Oblivious to the vicious self harm cycle I was

ensnared in.

I told myself everything was fine.

Being told I have this and that disorder because

My brain had no oxygen.

Only to then hear someone say,

“It is a way to silence the masses”.

What about, it being the Grim Reaper

Enticing me with candy?

What about, not knowing who I was anymore,

Under a cloud of smoke?

Wrapped up in its colourful packaging

As if a gift.

Numbing me to the things which brought me joy.

No thank you

Enough is enough

I want oxygen.