Wednesday, July 13, 2011



I do not want to wake up tomorrow,
Knowing I will just vomit again and again.
I cannot picture anyone who,
Hopes for their day to begin.

Inside the dry heaves,
After the morning beverages are gone.
It wears out the soul after it has gone,
For so long.

It makes you question your sanity,
Wonder in what you do and do not believe.
And a pocket full of napkins,
May wipe away but offer no reprieve.

It makes you so tired,
You just want to lay down your head.
Somehow knowing,
There must be better instead.

Danny Gunter

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