What used to be a rewarding escape
is now fourty eight tedious hours
filled with self-hatred and regret.
Saturday nights spent isolated, wide awake
wishing we had never met.
Reminiscing about challenging weeks gone by
followed by feelings of failure,
thoughts of insignificance
while I begin to silently cry
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
What used to be a rewarding escape
is now fourty eight tedious hours
filled with self-hatred and regret.
Saturday nights spent isolated, wide awake
wishing we had never met.
Reminiscing about challenging weeks gone by
followed by feelings of failure,
thoughts of insignificance
while I begin to silently cry
