Write some code. Check the tweets. What’s on FB. Rinse repeat.
A day in my life. My pains not gone. It hasn’t left.
Is this what they mean by mental health?
Frustration, then sadness it’s all about pain.
I hear that song and I’m overcome.
Tears, then I’m fine. More tears! No I’m fine.
My very own prison and she’s got the key.
I can’t get out. She’s trapped me here.
Does she even know? Does she even care?
But how do I escape my utter mess. Do my best?
We tell our kids to let God do the rest.
Does she think this is a joke? I never laughed.
Did I cause this pain or was it sabotage? Did she protect her wounded heart?
I can’t fix this one, so I give up, but the pain does not. It presses on.
Just pain, pain, pain and more pain. More tears, oh no.
I look down and let out a sigh. Maybe they will not see.
That’s all I have. I’ve got no more.
Another day. In my cage. Trapped. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. My friend still gone.
I’m dead to her.
What a lonely song.