Healing
Today I was doing makeup work all fucking day
I try to stay sane,
as i sit
in my room
iscolated.
Nothing to do, no one to call,
all there is
is that towering stack of paper,
the papers that fucked me over,
the papers that made my mom cry,
The papers that make me feel like shit,
the papers that make me want to die
as the stack lightens,
i grow little hope
little hope for me not to
break down
I try to stay sane,
as i sit
in my room
iscolated.
Nothing to do, no one to call,
all there is
is that towering stack of paper,
the papers that fucked me over,
the papers that made my mom cry,
The papers that make me feel like shit,
the papers that make me want to die
as the stack lightens,
i grow little hope
little hope for me not to
break down