Long Day

Getting that old familiar sick feeling. Like a sad song you don't want to end... Like beating the crap out of yourself again and again... Like looking to the clouds, asking for a break, and knowing you don't deserve one... Like knowing you'd be down right dangerous if you only had a gun... They warned me about these feelings back in therapy... The group was supportive, but they didn't really know me... I'm done being stupid, so don't worry and don't fret... I just hope when I'm gone, I'm someone that you met...