I don't mean to give you attitude
but every time I hear from you
I hear the screeching
of chalky fingernails
passing over the chalkboard of failure.

Maybe time will heal the wound
and enable friendship
but hearing about the new episode
of the show we liked to watch together
isn't my siren song.

Nothing is my savior these days
and perhaps that's my biggest problem:
I don't have anything to help me forget
how much I hate my life; whereas, you've
got friends all over taking up the free time.

I want to crawl up in a ball
and wake up to a new world
where everything is just wonderful
otherwise point me to my table
that I have reserved in hell.

02/28/2010

Posted on 02/28/2010
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