i sleep in crumbs,
my bed is a soft dirt floor.
i pretend to be dead when i hear a knock on the door.
light hurts my eyes, but i refuse to wear sunglasses
because they bring up the oh so ~painful~ memory of
that time at fourteen when i was too awkward and too quiet and too stuttery when buying a pair. like an alien afraid of blowing their cover.
i absorb water from microwaved meals.
my mind says lazy, my doctor says clinical depression,
but my heart is the one who knows the truth.
...
wait- what? it is laziness? ... oh.
oh. well. i suppose i can't argue with the heart.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
i sleep in crumbs,
my bed is a soft dirt floor.
i pretend to be dead when i hear a knock on the door.
light hurts my eyes, but i refuse to wear sunglasses
because they bring up the oh so ~painful~ memory of
that time at fourteen when i was too awkward and too quiet and too stuttery when buying a pair. like an alien afraid of blowing their cover.
i absorb water from microwaved meals.
my mind says lazy, my doctor says clinical depression,
but my heart is the one who knows the truth.
...
wait- what? it is laziness? ... oh.
oh. well. i suppose i can't argue with the heart.
im feelin sad in this chili's tonight, lads
also sometimes my spacebar doesnt work that's annoying ****
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