Toe tag

I don’t care

To share

Myself today

Tomorrow

Or For awhile

Not For as far as I can see

Me to

For however many number of days

I can stand to put myself through

Without standing at all

You can’t stand while you fall

I can’t get out of my bed

I can’t get out of my head

I’m stuck

And sick

And in the suck

Out of luck

want to kick it

Want flick it

Want to cut it

Want to blow it’s

Pretty little pimple head right off

This mess

Is making me

Depressed

And the more I regress

The more pain I feel

I become less and less

Of a person

Who’s got a hold

Of it all

While everything is ripping at the seams

I’d rather stay down

In dreams

Than to face

Another day

Living life now this way

I’d rather drown in it

Than struggle to stay a float

Skeletons belly dead

And I’m only seeing red

Carefully cut

Open

Insides out

forever with doubt

And for the rest of my days without

My friend

who’s shell is on the table

who’s soul is lost out there

Somewhere

who knows…

Who cares….

I do

Miss you