A week was filled with so much sorrow
Happiness is all I wanted to borrow.
I was buried so deep I could hardly see anyone.
out of the blue, it was all done.
Pain filled my stomach because I was sucker punched
trying to grasp for air,
unable to breathe
I fought until tears filled with despair.
recovery is something that only the strong can obtain
there is not a soul that I can blame,
it was me that brought this on
it was me that erased the lyrics from the once happy song.
A friend once said,
'There is only so much that one can get hit with"
I have been hit once, twice, thrice
and I still stand undead
Coffee and cigs are what I really want
long convos and long nights
done with the game, done with the hunt
not giving up the good fight.
aching, shaking, pale hands
slowing beat of my heart
buying myself a rainbow smile
moving on until we get a second start.
