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I think a lot about calling out sick. Not so much for a cold, or an upset stomach Not even a broken bone, no I wish I could call out sick and say "Hey, boss, I'm sorry, I can't come in today I'm hallucinating that the foliating leaves Are leaves burning our world to the ground I can't go outside or I'll burn" And then he'd say to me "Yeah, Mikey, no problem, hopefully someone puts those fires out for ya" And I'd close all my blinds and keep all my lights off and hide under my blanket And it would be okay Or maybe I'd call in and say "There are toxic germs slithering and trying to slide their way into my pores" To which he'd tell me "We've all been there, take care of that **** man" And I'd spend four hours racking up my hot water bill in a boiling hot shower That feels more like if I'd gone outside and felt the burning leaves land on my body Or maybe I'd say to him "Every single nightmare and demon from my past is screaming in my head So loudly that I cannot hear a single thing in this room, I don't even hear myself speaking to you right now, sir" To which, I have no idea what he'd have be cause I couldn't hear it But realistically, I would lose my job so fast, that, Much like in a cartoon, when they run and kick up a dust cloud behind them You'd see nothing that was there before, just the smoke But tell me, if so many people call out sick because they decided to drink their demons away Why can't I call in sick because of my demons? Why is a hangover a good enough reason to call out But locking yourself away from any and all pill bottles or sharp objects Because you're too depressed to roll over and kiss your girlfriend goodbye Before she leaves for work not good enough? Why are we afraid to talk about mental illness, but Ben Affleck's divorce is all over magazine covers? Why do we try to cover up what is very clearly a very real problem in this country No, instead we talk about Caitlyn Jenner Instead, we talk about Jennifer Lawrence, and her leaked naked pictures Instead, we have passionate debates about the color of a dress But we can't admit that the voices in our heads, or the panic in our hearts, or the depression in our souls, or the spinning in our minds, or the screaming in our ears are real The only thing worse than feeling all of this Is being too ashamed or too afraind to talk about it We bury it like it's any old newspaper When we should treat it like our mortgage papers Or our tax refunds We must stop shaming, or this generation is gonna be dead before they even get a chance Yeah, I think a lot about calling out sick And saying "I apparently spent all night on the bathroom floor having a panic Because I woke up here with no memory, and my head is spinning and my body aches My hands can't move from the stiffness of slamming them into the floor all night My eye is swollen shut from when I fell to the floor and smacked it off the sink" And he'd tell me "Put some ice on that **** Mikey. I'll see ya tomorrow."
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
tim-isabella
Calling Out Sick
I think a lot about calling out sick. Not so much for a cold, or an upset stomach Not even a broken bone, no I wish I could call out sick and say "Hey, boss, I'm sorry, I can't come in today I'm hallucinating that the foliating leaves Are leaves burning our world to the ground I can't go outside or I'll burn" And then he'd say to me "Yeah, Mikey, no problem, hopefully someone puts those fires out for ya" And I'd close all my blinds and keep all my lights off and hide under my blanket And it would be okay Or maybe I'd call in and say "There are toxic germs slithering and trying to slide their way into my pores" To which he'd tell me "We've all been there, take care of that **** man" And I'd spend four hours racking up my hot water bill in a boiling hot shower That feels more like if I'd gone outside and felt the burning leaves land on my body Or maybe I'd say to him "Every single nightmare and demon from my past is screaming in my head So loudly that I cannot hear a single thing in this room, I don't even hear myself speaking to you right now, sir" To which, I have no idea what he'd have be cause I couldn't hear it But realistically, I would lose my job so fast, that, Much like in a cartoon, when they run and kick up a dust cloud behind them You'd see nothing that was there before, just the smoke But tell me, if so many people call out sick because they decided to drink their demons away Why can't I call in sick because of my demons? Why is a hangover a good enough reason to call out But locking yourself away from any and all pill bottles or sharp objects Because you're too depressed to roll over and kiss your girlfriend goodbye Before she leaves for work not good enough? Why are we afraid to talk about mental illness, but Ben Affleck's divorce is all over magazine covers? Why do we try to cover up what is very clearly a very real problem in this country No, instead we talk about Caitlyn Jenner Instead, we talk about Jennifer Lawrence, and her leaked naked pictures Instead, we have passionate debates about the color of a dress But we can't admit that the voices in our heads, or the panic in our hearts, or the depression in our souls, or the spinning in our minds, or the screaming in our ears are real The only thing worse than feeling all of this Is being too ashamed or too afraind to talk about it We bury it like it's any old newspaper When we should treat it like our mortgage papers Or our tax refunds We must stop shaming, or this generation is gonna be dead before they even get a chance Yeah, I think a lot about calling out sick And saying "I apparently spent all night on the bathroom floor having a panic Because I woke up here with no memory, and my head is spinning and my body aches My hands can't move from the stiffness of slamming them into the floor all night My eye is swollen shut from when I fell to the floor and smacked it off the sink" And he'd tell me "Put some ice on that **** Mikey. I'll see ya tomorrow."
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