Today I woke up with my heart heavy,
with my chest tight,
and my eyes dry
Today I woke up and wanted to lie back down,
where I disappeared for hours at end,
and not deal with the world
Today I woke up and found out once again that I stick out like a sore thumb in this world;
not quite at each end of the spectrum of fun,
and thus right smack in the middle of lame
Today I woke up and hated how I spent other days when I could breathe in fresh air;
kept myself hidden in a box,
instead of floating on the clouds
Today I woke up and thought about self-worth and self-love,
and wondered if they were the same,
if they were reminders that you have no guide but yourself to help you see when the world turns dark
