I did not want to open my eyes this morning,nor close them last night

Today I woke up and traced on eyeliner over tears

I put on a faded shirt over slits in my body

My furniture is in broken pieces,my pocket knife is smudged with finger prints,tears are floating onto paper.

The day smelled of gasoline and fresh flowers,so sweet.The clouds blended into the blue sky like pastels,but I could not find the beauty in any of this.I can not find beauty in the past week.Maybe it has soaked into the paper with my tears.

Today should not have felt this way,and tomarrow will be the same.

Fuck off.