Surviving suicide

I missed the fucking bus again
Giant pimple on my nose
Fingertips are frost bitten
A run in my brand new hose
Someone is dying of cancer
Someone didn’t wake to see the sun
Setbacks are temporarily distractions
We were put here to have some fun
I forgot my wallet at the station
My lips are chapped from the breeze
Still every chance I’m taking
Every day I am going to seize
Someone is mourning the loss
of someone just like me
But I refuse to give up the fight
With bruised elbows and scraped up knees
I’m late for work and forgot my lunch
My boyfriend kicked me out
I may not have any money either
But I have nothing to complain about….IMG_20150124_160029

 

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