(It began as all bad days do: Anxiety, and nothing to do)

It’s been a bad day.

A really bad night.

And I just don’t know how I’m going to tell her after this.

How I can share that,

Even though at times I scare myself with it.

She should be able to tell I need more help,

But I don’t think I’m her priority right now.

And I don’t blame her.

Bad stuff with my grandparents.

Moving my brother into the house he’s rooming,

Why would she see life’s a game that I’m losing?