It's dark in here
I haven't visited this place in a while.
My ache feels like the line in the song 'Purple Rain'....."Honey...I know, I know times are changing."
I begged David to let me go....just let me go.
My thoughts feel like the Bunny Rabbit in 'Donnie Darko' looks.
He says he can't live without me.
I want to leave this planet and drift.
Anything to make the pain go away.
My children will go up like cliches.
Telling people they lived with a parent suffering from a mental illness.
They remember good things now...but will soon figure out why I stay inside, or why I don't play.
My prescription for Prozac has ended.
So has my life.
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