I honestly might need someone to talk to.

These losses got me down.

I don’t mean minus

below the par

even though that’s how I’m viewed.

My mind is feeling kind of haze

and this pain got me hazy.

I don’t want to write

I could go for a bite.

Can’t listen to any music

because nothing fits my mood.

How do you put in to words

that the steps you take is futile?

I can’t get out of my mind

need and emergency exit

or to C something

about this cold

the seasons can’t make up its mind.

 

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