Weekend Suitcase

Monday morning came with a headache.
I rolled out of bed,
and felt like putting my head through a wall.
so tired of being so tired.
waking up in a hole,
death one day at a time.
I spent the weekend caughing up rust,
and talking to my self
in a gray room.
I over slept,
cried,
then slept some more.
I tried to pretend it wasnt happening.
I had dreams that I was hopelessly lost
in foreign countries.
Im missing out on something.
I dont know what it is,
but I know I am missing it.
2/12/07