Today it was calm and music played reminding me of links to my life
Days when I felt like I was vital, and today I was unable to pull away from
This fatigue of the heart and body that is so difficult
To manage until midway through the day
I just break. And it shakes its sadness all over and I'm just without hope.
Just that sick, and, if I forget, the blood peering up at me in the
Staff bathroom reminds me things aren't ever working out
It's as real as it looks staring back like a fresh cut.
And there isn't anyone to call to talk to about it.
There really isn't anyone to talk to about it.
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