Does it hurt to look or hurt to know? Or maybe rather hurt to see and never accept. I wake up to dreams I do not long to dream. I get up out of bed at the crack dawn, even though it seems like mintues ago that I was able to fall asleep. I shower the sleep out of my skin and head out the door before the sun has even touched the sky. Head to the bus stop and wait my turn, plug in and tune out. Get off and walk. Up the stairs, through the doors. Check in.
Off work. Thank God for my kind coworkers. Little do they know they saved my life today. Funny how a little company can bring you back from the brink of suicide. Everyone was concerned with absence the day before. Im glad someone cared. I only wish they could understand. Maybe then i wouldnt feel this way.
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