T-Day at my Haus

Today I woke up...again...
wondering what day I won't.
But, today I knew I had a little girls
hair to do. Help with brushing teeth.
And to hold a hand while she
walks outside and her dad holds her
other hand.

Thanksgiving, and he's all hers today.
I can't say grace or appreciate this day
because she's not with me.
Sunday she'll be back home with
her asthma acting up b/c no one
fucking cares enough to stop smoking
around her.
The day I found out she had it, I quit.
Haven't smoked even a hit since.

She walked out the door
and I walked in to the bathroom.
Opened up that pack
rolled up a piece of paper
and snorted that beautiful substance.
Maybe it'll take the feeling of
being miserable away.
Make the day go a little faster.

I want to go take a nap...
maybe I won't wake up this time.
I might not ever do her hair again...
or maybe I'll sit in my chair,
nod out
and smoke a fucking cigarette.