Waiting

I'm not so patiently waiting,
for the day that
I don't have the urge to
vomit.

Be it the medicine,
the stress,
or the noises
that still haunt me.

Eight pills a day,
they aren't doing shit.
I'm not that dumb.

They do, however,
allow me to feel,
everything
I've
ever
hidden
from...

Everything but the one
I beg for the most.
Happiness.

It must have been
hiding from me.

I'll just wait.