I once wrote a poem called always look on the bright side.
Sometimes I just can’t. No matter how hard I tried.
Yes I did get stem cells. But I still have MS
No friends. The last one gave me stress.
I should just be happy that I am a live.
But I still can’t walk. Can’t write this. Can’t drive.
So I sit here. I write little poems to my cat.
Eat the same s*** everyday. Do nothing. But what’s wrong with that?
Absolutely nothing. And that is the problem. Nothing.
At least when I was getting stem cells in Mexico losing hair I was doing something.
I’m bored. Every year people say that you are still so young.
I hate that. Then when do I become old? When will it be fun?
What is the meaning of life? And why should I care?
Do I have bad luck? Am I cursed? Do you dare to say it’s fair?
37 years and I quit. Or is it that I never tried?
Don’t know. Don’t care. But right there I just lied.
What a mess. Is my life. Ugh but also my house.
Would you eat green eggs and ham with a mouse?
I will tell you the truth of why I just wrote that line.
I simply could not think of another word that would rhyme.
The truth is this poem has been one giant joke.
I just really really want a f****** smoke.
Peace and love Laurelin🌻