If I survive this
week's utter chaos, I can
pull through anything.

Soft brittle days
distorted symbols and colors and noise
grieving music
I just don't fit in

Maybe it's something
i'm missing
that I will never have

maybe I wasn't made for
sunny days
maybe I was made for
laughter in the rain
maybe I was made for
bright pink umbrellas
maybe I was made for
bright red rain boots
maybe I was made for
bright yellow rain coats
maybe I was made for
gray days

Maybe it's something
i'm missing
that I will never have

Delightful frustrating week
every hour is Monday
I changed my hair
because I was tired of all the darkness
but could you draw the blinds?
the sun shines too bright
and I'm tired

Thought I was ready for the day
but the day turns ever so often
it’s not that I don’t hear
what you have to say
they’re just more words to get lost in.

the gray skies
began to fall

meaningless blur
of alcohol

fleeting of time,
losing of faith

those worst days,
i was a poet