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What a hot mess all of this has become

I crawl out my aching bed

As it begs me not to slither out the door

Another day of coordinated confusion

Greets my gritty eyes

I listen to music about sex until I arrive at class

And then attempt not to dose off

I looked forward to cigarettes

Drugs and booze

Like I used to look forward to field trips

From across the room she's making a face

I've never seen before

Helpless

That same homeless man is at the store

Again

This time he asks me for two cigarettes

We are too high to be driving

Why are we not slowing down

Something throws me forward 

I wish were home

From across the room she asks for two cigarettes

Driving helpless I've never seen before

I wish

The store she's making

Helpless asks for home

Again two cigarettes

Something throws me

Why are we helpless

Why are we selfish

Room the glass trickles down

On my across skin

Bleeding breathing

Night falls, I go to sleep

Still shaking