turning the faucet
and closing the drain
drawing the bath
i'll steep in the pain
maybe try to find
the good in today
or i'll wallow
and question my fate
whatever i choose
i'll still be sore
nerves firing yet shot
and tendons torn
bone grinding bone
blood trails on the floor
made it home at least
not sure how much more
i had left in me
before i'd just drop
been going so hard at it
almost nonstop
everyone tells me
to take some time off
but if i'm not working myself to a nub
i feel like i'm not
doing enough
or deserving of grace
feel as if i **** up
i'll be immediately replaced
wanna take a moment
but even a second feels a waste
smiling through agony
easy to do when you're used to the ache
and sure i'm growing crooked
and feeling awfully dizzy
taking deep breaths
but the relief never hits me
wonder what'll be
what finally gets me
it's my fault for being
so flimsy