saturday morning

at the end of the day you can't truly help yourself, or anyone around you
at the end of the day you are mercy to your hormones, the shit in your fridge, and whether or not the traffic police are patrolling your street
at the end of the day you will be in pain, you will always be in pain
but sometimes the sky will break and you'll forget the pain, the game, the inadequacies
that you are reminded of in the morning
at the end of the day I hate the end of the days
and I look forward to mornings
until the mornings also feel like the end
or worse
the beginning of something that feels like it won't ever end
at the end of the day you just HAVE to help yourself, because there's no other way
at the end of the day there just has to be a way
because you are the only one you can truly rely on
and sometimes you are the only one your body needs