I place emphasis on every little thing;
looking forward to the meaning it will bring.
Another day comes, another day goes.
The sun still rises, the wind still blows.
sip a frosty glass of wine,
to down the crap of given time.
So many wasted hours,
so many hazy feels.
Forgive myself for wrong I’ve done,
maybe forgiving hastens heal.
I try to be a better me.
To sweeten something inside, maybe.
Because blood can be overly acidic too
I often forget that when feeling blue.
A little dopamine might solve some things
Yet morphine is still stronger,
Oh the joy it brings..
I like to think Im grateful for the life I have
Respectful, patient, loving, kind.
But then I know that I’ve gone mad
When I see nothing but the bad..
A selfish fool glares back in glass
Disgusted with herself, disgusted with the past.
Why does it have to be this way..
No words can slip my tongue to say
Shut up.. Shut up…
Just stop it already
Stop giving a fuck…