I had a bad day.
One of those that
started while
I was sleeping.
Shaking hands
and a heart racing
like the horses
in the Kentucky Derby.
I kept my mind blank,
on purpose, you know.
How is it that
all of a sudden,
every bad memory
comes to mind and
turns me into
jelly?
This day is odd.
Everything off.
Someone looks at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am."
It's a small lie, but that
is the answer they expect.
They don't want to know
anything, except
that everything is okay.
They don't want
to know
the bad things.
Because that makes
them uncomfortable.
The sort of
uncomfortableness
that makes you itch.
I roll, and
take a ****
I smoke my
closest friend.
You know the one.
I forget the bad,
I float in space,
and watch that someone
stumble and fall.
Too much to drink.
I prefer nature
to help me with my
bad days.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
I had a bad day.
One of those that
started while
I was sleeping.
Shaking hands
and a heart racing
like the horses
in the Kentucky Derby.
I kept my mind blank,
on purpose, you know.
How is it that
all of a sudden,
every bad memory
comes to mind and
turns me into
jelly?
This day is odd.
Everything off.
Someone looks at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am."
It's a small lie, but that
is the answer they expect.
They don't want to know
anything, except
that everything is okay.
They don't want
to know
the bad things.
Because that makes
them uncomfortable.
The sort of
uncomfortableness
that makes you itch.
I roll, and
take a ****
I smoke my
closest friend.
You know the one.
I forget the bad,
I float in space,
and watch that someone
stumble and fall.
Too much to drink.
I prefer nature
to help me with my
bad days.
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