Today my brain is
a foam ball, squeeze when stressed out
Motherfucking ouch
Here is a list of
all the ways I am slipping
No, no, none of that
Here is a list of
all the ways I am trying
No, no, I’m too tired
Today my anger
is an all-day migraine
my eyes watering
It’s complicated
And where I usually run
I stay in my bed
Tomorrow, I say
Tomorrow, someday, I know
I’ve done this before
The truth is in the
darkest times I read Harry
But I need more time
It’s complicated
my brain just like a foam ball
Motherfucking ouch
With Love,
Natalie