Just Questions Today

no answers.
just more and more little moments in the day
where you ask yourself, “What for?”

just another day where you can have a  little pity party,
and you can be a little bitch about it.

but no one calls it that
and no one says that,
because no one is there.

one more day where you get up
from one nightmare…
(and wish you could say “…to another.”
without sounding so fucking played out)

so you take a happy pill,
your blood sugar is low
so you eat and think that
may level you off some.

all you can do
is scuttle behind
the ants in front of you.
and sigh; you
aren’t one of those poor fucks,
hopeless; at the end of the line.


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