I Lost My Bobby Pin.
Fourth time this week.
This is getting out of control.
The storm raging so loud and clear, rain feels like acid but it’s just the tears from my eyes.
I lost my Bobby pin again. Twice today. I reached down deep inside looking for a safety net to keep,
but instead, I found nothing.
I lost my Bobby pin again.
I reached down to look, search, and rose up with Jack in my hand and headache.
Tucked deep down, I’m losing. Staining all my energy and losing all my reality.
Misplaced Bobby pins, late nights and broken glass. Shattered dreams and broken reality.
I lost my Bobby pin again.
Fourth time this week.
Struggling to hold it all together with that pin with this clip that keeps sliding.
Falling.
Breaking.
I lost my Bobby pin again.
Sixth time this week.