Tonight

Tonight I feel like vomiting
But not from too much drink
From looking too far through the mirror
Trying too hard not to think
Tonight I will get no rest
Though you may see me asleep
I’ll haunt myself in my own dreams
And laugh as though I weep.
Tonight I’m feeling slightly off
My wrist is still intact.
My sheets aren’t bloody Mary red
And blood is not on tap.
Tonight I will lose all my friends
And pretend to not even know
Shout out how I really feel
Like on the Jerry Springer show.
Tonight I’m feeling cold and weak.
With no place left to run
Blind in this tumbling tunnel of shadows
Where everything has come undone.