The alarm goes at 5:30am,
I get up and do my make up,
I smoke on my walk to work so I can’t taste how fresh the early morning air is.

I say hello to 50 different people,
Drink coffee and smoke more,
I convince myself I really do love my job and I real mean it.

I really mean I’m doing a good job being a functioning adult,
I’m really making a difference,
All I really need is myself while I do this job that I love.

Another day done,
Another cigarette filled walked home,
Another night spent waiting till I can drug myself to sleep.

The day is finally done,
I can finally just go to sleep,
I finally I’m out of distraction so I’m left pleading to whatever is out there… why wasn’t I enough this time?