so many conversations
all at once
so many questions
no chance to answer
such heavy eyelids
one numb heart
curse this broken mind
lowered eyes
laying there, empty
a night missed is paid in days
supposed to be writing emails, or condolences
but here I am, thinking of me
selfishly
on days like these I wish I hadn’t missed my meds
on days like these I wish I never needed them.
Another Fly On The Wall 