‘so no one told you life was gonna be this way..’
There once was a tale,
A melodious verse
A bit of a rhyme,
Of a man and his curse.
This man thrown down
By Satan himself
Was stripped of all
His possessions and wealth
No happiness left
In this heart he did own
Only sorrow and guilt
And pain is now known
To leave this hell
He wants but can never
For this is the curse
He is forced to endeavor
Begged for by a man
Who could not go on
Within part of this man
Hope did now spawn
There’s only one escape
From this hell he has made
But this beacon of hope
Would not let him cave
He can not give up
There is no giving in
There is no way out
Of this hell he is in
No happiness left
In this man it once filled
Now all he does
Is beg to be killed
Curse gifted by saint
A blessing from the devil
This man deserves his wish
In death he shall revel
I am Jacks inflamed sense of rejection…
I lack stability…
Walking around the house. Trying to rationalize which objects I can hit with a bat.
Had an amazing day for the first time in… I’m not sure how long. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from the butterflies. It’s good to know they’re still alive.
Cause that’s the world I know
That’s the world I know…
No pay water bill = no water = no shower = feel gross = don’t sleep well = bad day tomorrow. Oh, and big ol lonely empty house. Yup.
