No Matter What We're Always Alone
Tears ravaging my skin as it courses down the worn grooves. I think life is too complicated for my worn out self to handle and I'll need a steroid shot against my beaten self. If I had a soul I would beat it to death before it had to suffer even one more day like this.
Uglier than I can stand to see in a mirror, I hide from the truth I see when I look in. Maybe I should try to fix my mattress rather than buy a new one. Maybe something miraculous will occur to free me from this pain and yet I know full well these tears are more real than anything other than the migraine flaring up.
Need medical care money for things such as an improved mattress, a hospital bed tray, a Volcano, and other medical sides that help somebody trapped in bed and in pain. I am suffering so I'm off to try and rest. And to try to care for my mental and physical health so I can look over divorce papers I have no desire to sign. In fact the situation I find myself in infuriates me. Being forced every step of the way has me angered and wanting to fight for my belief and desire. Instead I'm always expected to give in and just say okay to whatever the second party of the first part insists.
The pain wins.