(2015)
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions