Today is a rough one.
I’m feeling high and low,
while shaking and cold.
Today is a rough one.
I couldn’t hack it at my job.
My stomach churned
and I felt mentally burned.
I couldn’t keep it up, anymore.
Today is a rough one.
I write as if it has already passed
but here I am,
sitting and writing
as if this piece will be my last.
Today is a rough one.
I’m afraid to show my face,
afraid to talk, to try.
Today is a rough one
but at least I’m alive.





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