I feel trapped,
I feel trapped in relationships with both the guys...
You never saw her.
But she was always there...
I look in the mirror and start to cringe.
It's myself I hate as I pick up my syringe...
Haven't I written myself to shame?
My intestines still multiplying...
The haze settles in and its that time again
to try and control these demons within...
Cage of glass, delusions of a purposeless...
Clouding your consciousness each sip of whiskey...
Looking in the mirror
Who do i see...
Slowly dying
Inside I'm crying...
As i sit here and watch myself bleed i think of...
I just want to feel numbess. I just don't want to...
Sometimes I feel like I am lost in the sea
My sails to the waves so they can take me...
Today was a good day despite what happens next.
i came home, greeted by all the insects...
I wake up inside tormenting dreams
just to find another tattoo...