It's your day today,
where you are appreciated
as your role in the family.
I love you, despite the distance
I'm hugging you despite the distance.
But my infected mind
is a migraine in waiting
and I feel like crying
//I haven't taken my meds yet//
yet my tearducts are dry.
I broke a picture frame this morning
I broke my incense holder this morning
I broke my own heart this morning
why today??
I'm suppose to be happy.
It's Sunday.
By talking to me you make me want to drink
//you're only fourteen, you've got your whole life ahead of you!//
I suppose you'll be telling me that
when I'm in my 60's too huh?
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.