It’s one thing after another for my family.
None of us can catch a break, myself included.
I can tell Dad’s hair is thinning out on top… He might start going bald soon… It hurts because I know he’s been working so hard…
I’m so stressed. It’s been over two years, can things just frikkin get better, please?
My body aches, it heaves, it shakes
All summersaults through so-called art
And I still don’t know exactly who I am
I never will, amen.
My panic research was no help
I sink into myself
Afraid of the fall that never ends
I wait, but I’m too tired to play pretend
I’ll suffocate until the end
As autumn turns its back on me again
I climb the walls for oxygen
Things happened in half-time, I’m sick of the bends.
Recipe for Crappy Days:
Have your text messages ignored by the majority of the people you text.
Add an empty house.
A pinch of no car.
Beat at medium speed until you find out someone your age (if not younger) from your old church is getting married this month.
Bake until you feel unimportant.
Let cool while your mind freaks out from the silence and goes over every thought you DON’T want to think about.
Serve…no one.
For one extremely lonely person trying to fight the silence.
