Hen Pecking Raw Emotions at 3am
Look at me, I'm drowning
falling behind
unable to unwind
so excuse me if I'm not fawning over
anything that makes one shine
Pick up the pieces
or break it apart
any change is better
than absolutely nothing at all
hidden away with nothing to say
Hen pecking raw emotions at 3am
no band-aids to cover
psychic wounds too deep to recover
run into the arms of another
if you're so inclined to be smothered
Poor me, why me, f-off literally
an endless litany
that really just gets to me
burrows beneath this skin,
now read the mess that I'm in
Are you happy with your lot in life?
or filled with discontent and strife?
never fitting into the roles of a husband or wife
crouched over the sink
oblivion on the brink
Take that emotion anywhere
flashes of recognition
in apathetic eyes,
guess that's why I'm still here
weary for another sunrise
mathiasthom
written 6/26/11
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