another night
lying in my bed
looking to another day
no different
to the last
the day before
the week before
the month before….
and everyday
becomes the same
doing the same ‘stuff’
but ‘mixing’ it up
same thing
just different order
today, on text
a friend helped me
today, on the phone
i helped a friend
didn’t see anyone though
they are my invisible friends
i ****** as usual
i cooked
i ate
i washed up
and washed my hands
my hands are now dry
my hands are dry, from washing
ironic
iv’e got dry skin
from being to wet
i did some arty stuff
and iv’e written this
and now i’m off to sleep again
to face another day of the same
i seriously miss my daughter
goodnight/morning

2:47 a.m. by Jemia