A slip of the foot morphed into
an excruciating plummet into a void.
Before YOU know it, everyone else does
and you're bandaged up and tucked in bed
You've snowballed. It was out of your hands.
The word "Inpatient" echoes in your head
and you can't help but wonder:
"What did my parents say?"
There you are, still disoriented.
You're prospected expectations have
naturally become an escalated reality.
Now you're flooded with more
Diag-Nonsese and counterproductive
There-Rape-me spouts and handouts.
I didn't go down the road this time,
so how did I get here? Oh yes,
the ultimate phrase indeed "It's going to
get better, you just have to be patient."
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
A slip of the foot morphed into
an excruciating plummet into a void.
Before YOU know it, everyone else does
and you're bandaged up and tucked in bed
You've snowballed. It was out of your hands.
The word "Inpatient" echoes in your head
and you can't help but wonder:
"What did my parents say?"
There you are, still disoriented.
You're prospected expectations have
naturally become an escalated reality.
Now you're flooded with more
Diag-Nonsese and counterproductive
There-Rape-me spouts and handouts.
I didn't go down the road this time,
so how did I get here? Oh yes,
the ultimate phrase indeed "It's going to
get better, you just have to be patient."
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