Today I’m lonesome, tired, and weak.

“Tomorrow I’ll be better”… that’s what I want to believe.

Will my knees buckle?
Will they shout?
Will my thoughts race?
— without a doubt.

A day in the life:
I wish you were in my skin.
Living with the hell I’ve known,
Constantly crawling within.
Waiting to break free from this shell,
Not knowing where to begin.
“Only time will tell”
What a messed up world we live in