Fucked Up
This poem was written on March 5, 2007 in my theatre tech class. This was written after a really bad date and one of my closest friends revealed to me that he might be HIV+.
Fucked Up
Can things get much worse?
Am I doomed to live a curse?
Good friend could be dying,
Guy I’m dating, left me crying.
Totally out of it,
Why’s my life gone to shit?
Dance is my only release
And for today, that must cease.
I just want to go to sleep,
One that is dreamless and deep.
