heart space room space head space my space shared with a head case nowhere to go no place to move I can’t breathe I can’t face it anymore I try… to make it better I try to make it okay- to make it just o.k.- only to have it not be okay only to have it stay… Just the same or get even worse. like a curse I need to reverse but I can’t seem to – get myself back on track when I have no space to move No space to breathe no space to live please just give me a break for god’s sake at least be helpful not harmful be aware and care instead of just always there – always in my way. please… make it be better than just okay. because every day living this way- is not living it’s death-
at least tomorrow *sigh* is a new day to try again.