there comes a time
when you let that smile
wipe itself from your face
the one you had been showing
all those beautiful strangers,
or those acquaintances you met
the last time you left your house,
or your mother, when you kissed her goodbye
and wished her a good time.
And as the smile leaves you,
and your muscles relax themselves,
you feel the gravity increase
pulling you down all of a sudden
as all of the reasons you hate yourself
and every other thought that comprised the black cloud above your head
come flooding back to you,
encasing you in a thick fog.
maybe it's a warning of the week you have to come
or maybe it's more than that
but either way,
the heaviness in your heart
and the pain of each intake of breath
as you fill yourself up with the toxic smoke
surrounding you
pulls you one step further away
from the life you were hoping you would lead.