No,I won’t go outside,
to breath in the fresh air.
I won’t light another heart
till there’s smoke within.
I won’t come out of my pj
or leave that lonely bowl of ice cream.
I won’t throw the crumbled tissues,
not today or tomorrow.
I won’t hear your cold words
but wrap up like a burrito,
and won’t come out of my blanky,
providing me the warmth that you lacked.
I won’t sit in that pint-size cubicle,
and follow your mind-numbing rules.
Let the bills pile up and touch the roof,
from today I won’t run behind you,
holding that sugar free coffee, you ordered.
I won’t dream for a promotion,
but try to be the person whom I forgot years ago.