Just one more month...

A boulder on my chest

I breath in

I breath out

My life is such a mess

I am grasping at strings

Thin ones at that

My heart needs to confess,

That I cannot stand alone

My rock, my crutch, my help mate

Needs for me to bless,

him, but I have not the strength

I have not the strength

Though he does not love me less

Tears...I have no time for

Or the poor me story line

One day I'll be a success

'Till then darkness will be mine

Despare will be my friend

For my life is still a mess

Who can I bother with this thing

this crap, this pain, this sobbation

When all I can do is this

Curl up in a ball at night

And dream I'm someone else

There's not much I will miss