the worst days start waking up tired and stressed, running flat-out and forgetting hunger but remembering why i never took to stimulants, while sipping coffee – black.
the worst days start with dreams reprising memories i wish i could forget. i'll get up feeling knives in my neck and hope that i can get through the day without having to crack a smile.
the worst days start remembering that the hero is the biggest idiot in the room, then finding the mask in my pocket and learning that the idiot is me. the people know i'm fucking clueless, but they don't seem to care. whenever we're in the red again it feels like the only thing i can do is close my eyes, breathe deep and pray that someone will come and take the mask from me.
the worst days start with dreams reprising memories i wish i could forget. i'll get up feeling knives in my neck and hope that i can get through the day without having to crack a smile.
the worst days start remembering that the hero is the biggest idiot in the room, then finding the mask in my pocket and learning that the idiot is me. the people know i'm fucking clueless, but they don't seem to care. whenever we're in the red again it feels like the only thing i can do is close my eyes, breathe deep and pray that someone will come and take the mask from me.
it's not that bad, these are just the worst days.