“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)”
Morning sun lighting the pain of hopelessness, I got messed up – again.
Ashamed to lift my eyes, chemicals course through my mind
Taking me places NO ONE should ever go – again.
Mind scrambles now, panic mode. What do I say to those who are waiting for me – again?
Stomach hurting from the stress of seeing her cry.
From hearing the phone that rang countless times –
Gotta get some sleep now, rest and think how I can get out of this mess.
Tomorrow, I’ll make it all better. I’ll work harder, I’ll buy gifts, I’ll really pour on the charm, again
Tomorrow I’ll quit, tomorrow I’ll be fine. I’ll never do this.. Again. Again. Again.