every morning
she wakes up with pieces of her life on the floor
n one by one she slowly picks them up
shame guilt joy memorise recollections and what nots
mostly shame now
it's the shame guilt n uncertainty that cuts the most

maybe i'm thinking too much into things

as usual

maybe it's not a big deal

but if u knew i was going to be emo

why didn't u call to ask if i was ok?

maybe she's right

u're not that simple after all

i need a time out

after wednesday

i need to sort things out

with myself

alone

just leave me alone