Hair Pulling
32 days left and at a standstill.
My coffee mug gets me through,
My frayed edges through the needle.
Bittersweet and filled with shame,
Fear, loathing, and surprisingly,
A little bit of optimism behind the hair-pulling.
32 days left and at a standstill.
My coffee mug gets me through,
My frayed edges through the needle.
Bittersweet and filled with shame,
Fear, loathing, and surprisingly,
A little bit of optimism behind the hair-pulling.
