#29

None of my favorite dresses fit

And I’m done with it

I’m waiting for the day when I can throw a fit

Again

It’s getting out of hand

I can’t stand

The way

That everything was going strong

But now,

Can someone explain

What I’m doing

What I’m doing wrong?

None of my favorite jeans fit

And I’m fed up with it

How much longer until I dig my own big pit

In the back of my hand

In my Own backyard

Or down the middle of this bleeding scar

I can’t

Go much longer

I can’t

Get any stronger

here

Cuz all my favorite dresses are ripped

and I’m done with it

And every little detail has gone to shit again

It’s gone again

How much longer until I throw a fit?

“You can’t be done with it”

You say as you see my eyes fill up with it

It’s fine

Yeah, sure, it’s fine

I’ll be better next time.