Wednesday, February 22, 2012

He walked in on me,
I was wrestling with guilt
I needed help, but I wouldn't admit it
Especially not to him
I told him to get out
Even though I wanted him to stay
I had to do this alone
I didn't answer any calls
Because I knew they would all be
overjoyed to hear from me
I stayed inside
I avoided people
I kept my eyes to the ground
I drank every night
I was scared of death
I imagined myself getting hit by cars
I used to work at being something
Now I work at being nothing
Because at least I can't fail

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