–
Every day wakes with regret,
Anxiety, panic, and tears,
But I’m still here.
A handful of pills
Survives the afternoon.
Night can never come too soon.
Dead, but
Still breathing.
In my mind, I
Have died ten thousand times.
What’s once more?
–
Every day wakes with regret,
Anxiety, panic, and tears,
But I’m still here.
A handful of pills
Survives the afternoon.
Night can never come too soon.
Dead, but
Still breathing.
In my mind, I
Have died ten thousand times.
What’s once more?