Third Person

Moisturize,
My dear
Feet don't stop cracking
Skin, is begging for some love

Don't overthink
Think not, rather
Just keep going on
Pause not

Control thy frizz
Braid and unbraid your hair
Don't hide in corners and cry
Not in bathroom breaks, ah no

You're more than your failures
Beyond your muzzled ambition
Breathe, deeply 
And then shallow

Take long baths,
Scrub some more
Nap, as much.
Don't bother. Nobody cares as much. 

Nothing comes of anything, anyway.
Nothing gets. 
Write about losing
Just so you can erase and move on.

Be a third person
Stand, unfazed, outside your body.
You're as dead as you're alive
Disconnect on volition

Observe and appreciate
Whatever little you got
It's not as little, perhaps
You wouldn't be able swallow more.

Plateful of meals
Washed clothes, listless midnight breeze
Fairy lights, potted plants
Skin on skin; mouth on mouth

Ain't too shabby for Rachel