sometimes i can't look myself in the mirror
there are days i can't meet my eyes
days when i want to hide and run
mornings when it's hard to wake up
because the night was too long and lonely
and sleep was too short and heavy
i wake up with a weight on my head
my chest feels tight then
and my breathing is hard to pace right
it takes too much to sigh
and too less to cry
these days
i do a lot
while doing nothing at all
my night was numb
i kept playing this plastic game
lost count of how far i ran
my strings so tight, my heart bled
that night
i had lost a lot
and won
an unfair chance
i look back
and my feelings a little off the track
i think more
and my head sits on my hands
restlessness
this
today might be one of these days
11:05pm
