i'm getting better.

it's been 

rough

for five days,

6 days, 

maybe even seven days.

i don't know,

most were spent in 

a drunken haze.

i didn't know

who i was;

am,

or where my 

mind

was taking me.

sorting out

my tangled brain

is almost as hard

as sorting out

my tangled hair.

but you have to

keep sorting,

because it's best

to just break

one thing

at a time.