AND SO IT GOES
Monday morning
(coldcoldcold)
she's curled up in
b-e-d
trying to shut the world out
- because the pain is TOO much -
...
Tuesday morning
\the world is burning/
everything is
c-r-u-m-b-l-i-n-g
to tiny little pieces
and she knows
[knows so much it hurts to breathe]
that nothing
nothing
can ever be the same again
...
Wednesday morning
there's a bottle on the kitchen table
and her dad's lost in the haze
...
Thursday morning
she didn't sleep
the bed is cold
her heart is numb
the bed is cold
the house is empty
and the bed is cold
...
Friday morning
outside the front door
a
n
y
t
h
i
n
g
could be happening
she DOESN'T care
or give a damn
to be honest
right now
not while everything she holds dear is
splintering and cracking and fucking falling apart
...
Saturday morning
they should be at the baseball
but for [s:o:m:e] reason
they're not
instead they've got their
grief for company and a shadow
ghosting the halls
...
Sunday morning
her heart feels like
like
lik-
li-
l-
[words - fail - her]
...
Monday morning
(again)
grey skies
grey heart
grey l-i-f-e
[the colour has drained
it no longer has meaning]
...
Tuesday morning
broken hearts
in the pitch-dark
stumbling around for words to say
[the bottling has more of a claim on him than her, now]
so really
is there any
point?
...
Wednesday morning
looking around
the world is off balance
shifting and turning and
-god forbid-
c¬h¬a¬n¬g¬i¬n¬g
\another sunrise she'll never see/
...
Thursday morning
anger, pouring like
the damn booze that freezes the soul
and stops the hurt
it comes from within
|from some reserve that she never knew she had|
words burn her tongue
and stain the sky
pouring_pouring_pouring
out
like a rush of blood to the head
...
Friday morning
yet more anger
directed at the world this time
how dare they take her away?
when there was so many things she wanted to say
but she
c-a-n-'-t
not now
and so she keeps them inside
(so that one day,
the words she never said will be forgotten
and thing won't hurt
so damn much)
...
Saturday morning
head leaves the pillow
eyes crack open
the mind never leaves the past
...
Sunday morning
life goes on
with no regard for human hearts
and so it goes
...
a/n Any thoughts?