I am alive and breathing,
this much is true.
I lived in my father's house and
later found safety in my husband's house.
My boring breakfast lightly
scorches my tongue.
I find clean clothes to wear.
Off to work.
I'm always tired and helpless.
The price tag for getting older
never ceases.
If I'll ever enjoy anything in my life,
it's when life makes me more cents.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
