what i've done to myself
I want some place to go at three in the morning. Some place in the fog where I can be alone and forget that I am alone. Someone caught me reading a paperback in the fog. They asked me why I was wearing sunglasses in the fog. Someone asked me why I'm so quiet all the time. I am imitating the fog. Someone asked me how I fell out of life. I tried to explain that the life fell out of me. Someone came into the room and asked me why I sit up and all alone at three in the morning. I told them it's so hard to be human in the daytime.
It's so hard to be human in the daytime.