Damn you cursed! Damn you for making my mind race. My thoughts are a blur. I can’t turn it off tonight. Every time I close my eyes all I see is a hundred “what ifs.” A thousand, “you should have done” and “a million why didn’t you”
Damn you curse! Why can’t you let me be, why don’t you let me sleep,
Most nights when I write, it’s a brain dump. I’m unloading extra feelings and dumping everything that I said and everything I should have said...
Not tonight: tonight’s regularly scheduled program has been canceled. Hopefully I will sleep and my curse will bugger offs!
Damn you.
And it’s Time to take a Xanax.
