I awoke in a puddle of tears,
can't remember if i cried last night
or while I slept.
The sun was out today,
but he hid away from me,
so all I saw were his cloudy eyes.
I laid there,
with all my fingers and toes working
but couldn't move them.
Finally I rose,
had my usual pork
and heart attack.
Didn't change any clothes
from last night,
I don't have anywhere to go.
Tried to write this poem
assigned to me,
but only wrote my name
a million times.
Stared at that box of characters
that can now follow you on
your phone, and your computer.
They seemed to laugh at me,
amused at my empty eyes, and my bumpy skin.
At my foolishness and
my childishness, and my
nonsense.
Laid there again,
not completely dead,
definitely not alive.
blank
Trying this again,
and failing,
the words are coming out,
but I can't feel them.
I check my phone
to see if anyone
would check on me,
but there was nothing there,
once again,
not even you.
I watched my characters on
my tv again,
this time I'm slighly amused
by their foolishness and nonsense,
and childishness.
In the shower.
Where I cried a sea of tears
and sobbed alot of nothings.
Came out as though
the only thing I washed was
my bumpy skin and empty tears.
Back in my puddle again,
getting ready for the next day.
a day in the life of me.