making bad decisions
just to survive
just enough sabotage
to ruin my day
surviving despite it
even thriving on occasion
even elegantly
to brighten my day
making bad decisions
just to survive
just enough sabotage
to ruin my day
surviving despite it
even thriving on occasion
even elegantly
to brighten my day
Cravenly holding on when both should be letting go.
It will get better.
Struggling, wishing for the scenarios of rosier times.
Hoping it gets better.
Reality churns out a present of mediocre.
It’s not getting better.
Feeling panic and sadness, a demise is imminent.
It must get better!
Fade to black…
Now, I’ll get better.
You’ll judge my being.
I’m hesitant to show me,
afraid of failure.