Running on E

Wake up to the murky midday light

and half the day is stolen

habits that are hard to break swallow my self control

Give me this day my second chance

to wrench myself in place again

And fiddle my hands over this keyboard

And wrestle myself out of the sheets

I'll reach for the phone and try to reach a friend

but realize I have better ones on my computer screen

where no one has to see me and I

can push the rest away

I've been ignoring myself mostly these days

I'm a car that needs to run 

so screw the broken lights and leaky tanks

because i'll be insatiable regardless 

the dripping underbelly doesn't worry me a bit

Because at least I have my breaks

and my engine runs just fine

Why fix what isn't completely trashed?

I guess that's how it goes

When you put off doctors visits and you never call the shrink

And your self diagnosis is telling you

it's much worse than you think

And it's not worth the stolen mornings or 

the people I have lost

And the price for broken parts is petty stacked against the cost

Reviews

[Jackie]

was an interesting read. hope you feel better soon. and whatever happens, no matter what or who. never give up writing. it's creative, and beautiful and we need to express ourselves. and there is truly no better way

[Kaylee April]

Thank you. I really appreciate the reminder :) Life can get discouraging at times but it's nice to know I can always spew out my thoughts on here.