My sternum hurts
from all the weight of distress and shame
and sadness.
My room’s clean,
but everything looks dirty behind salt water
and guilt.
Damn it all.
What an utterly terrible day it’s been.
This sucks.
Sucks like gashes
whose stitches take five months to heal-
including summer.
Sucks like tests,
ones that matter for college and you still fail
despite studying.
Sucks like staring
at you in disappointment while your world shifts
and bends.
Sucks like that.
It sucks like having your sternum start to hurt
from emotions.
From fucking emotions.
Could be worse.
Yeah, an elephant could’ve trampled me on top of it all.
Still sucks.
Give me strength.
What an utterly terrible day it’s been.
You know?
