05.10.18

Life throws everything

I keep pushing it back

it slips down my throat

like the pills my mom thinks I should have kept taking

routine is all we are.

routine keeps us unified.

silent.



routine makes me sick every morning

it doesn't let me off the hook

the game of life doesn't pause when I cry



even though I crossed over a bunch of times by now, I can only conjure up a few times it really hit me .

I get hit by the realization that I am living someone else's life



from time to time I stare at all of you

I like to do a little research

to see how a bunch of you make it through

I never know what to look for



I can see the cracks on your beautiful face

we look alike

you seem tired

I feel tired too

It doesn't show as much



I have more aging to do

I guess we both gotta grow up