Just, fuck.

I don't remember it
And I can't really think
Its just the pain of my ankle
And a running mind.

A couple inches to the right
Left
Fuck I don't know anymore
And I'd be dead
Brain damaged
Or just all around fucked.

But I don't want to be
Melodramatic
Self indulgent
Or an all around shithead
Really,
I'm very lucky.

A helluva bruise
A limp gimped ankle
And a smashed cell phone-
It took the hit for me I tell you-

And thats it.

Should've worn a helmet
A couple inches to the right
And you'd never have read this
Fuck