I dreamt I was pushing a broken lightbuld into his eye for laughing at me,
I woke up this morning with scratches on my hand,
The pain swelled and sank back into my palm,
but it felt incredibly relieving,
"What am I doing here?"
The room didn't make any sense to me,
Was I being held captive?
The *******.
Do you think that he has any idea,
Could anyone be that slovenly,
Whatever I'm happier that I've ever been,
Besides the scratches in my hand,
They don't hurt as much as that *****.