When I see you in the hall.
I want to punch your stupid winking eye ,
hard with my angry red fist.
Why are you pretending we are friends?
Why do you act like this is something that is okay.
Maybe you don't feel.
Or maybe your feelings are all used up.
But I am fresh
and bleeding.

sunday night shakedown

tried to make some positive changes today,
slowly,
creeping into a happier healthier person.
that's good right?

does that mean I have to let you go with it?
you have almost let yourself go anyways.
slowly slipping away,

does that make it easier for you?

sometimes I feel like I should be angry it did not work out.
sometimes I felt like I knew what I was getting myself into the whole time.
other times,
I think for a second that maybe for a second I thought it could work,
like I would be the bright shinning thing that saved you.
Pulled you into happiness.

I guess,
again.
It was not the time.