Thursday, September 29, 2011

low grade depression

wolves at the door
arrested into a routine of tiny failures nobody notices but me
just enough to terrify
me after all, not safe
after days, not saved
not well, after all

sometimes i think i'm kidding but i seriously do not believe i will ever be happy and it will be strange to be asked over and over again how did this happen to you you were gonna turn that corner didn't you

i could call on someone but i am resolved
to only be what i can make of myself
be it wolf meat if it be