Waking Up A Broken Mess Poem by Jay Bunny

Waking up a broken mess.
all the wrong sides of the bed.
This feels normal now cause all the other feelings are dead.
I’m going through the motions that take me through my day.

I’m on a broken path that I often leave a stray.
This wine is bitter sweet.
and these baby steps burn my feet.
I’m crying to myself so I can go to sleep.
I want to do so much and be so much more,
I’m disappointed daily what do I work so hard for.

It feels good to cry.
But it hurts to be so silent.
I don’t want to be a burden to anyone.
being quite never felt so violent.
So my day runs out again the tears are dry this time from pain.
open minded jaded world.
I’m a living ghost in this game.