My pockets are empty
And my wishing well is dry...
It's midnight
(12:01 to be exact...
I finally crawled
Into the darkest hole today...
Not enough left in the silence after our goodbye...
A note, a touch, the curl of an eyelash wish...
Threatened by the open seas,
Fearful of the storms ahead...
Do you know misery? I do. It lives inside my body...
The heaviness of misery resides on the shoulders...
I always think I'm not a good enough mother
I feel bad for my kids because they deserve better...
Everyone says they know the real me,
Tell us another joke...
Public transit, a nightmare.
Yet there I sit, going through my day...
With tear filled eyes, I write,
Tears soaking this ink filled page...
Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a f**k up in life
Maybe things would be better if I wasn't alive...
I don't know what happiness is
I wish I really did...