My head rushed, as I turned over to sleep
I should be doing something, I'm hopeless
those are the first two things I think this morning
My breakfast, if you can call it that, won't stay down for long
I crawl to the sink, my skin looks yellow in the mirror
Why, why, why? Those are the third fourth and fifth thoughts
why do I get up, why do I have to do this, why
I'm a balloon on a string that needs to be cut
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
My head rushed, as I turned over to sleep
I should be doing something, I'm hopeless
those are the first two things I think this morning
My breakfast, if you can call it that, won't stay down for long
I crawl to the sink, my skin looks yellow in the mirror
Why, why, why? Those are the third fourth and fifth thoughts
why do I get up, why do I have to do this, why
I'm a balloon on a string that needs to be cut
