A section of darkness separates us from the light,
I, afraid to exit it - a despair to leave in the...
I could die tonight,
On the birth of the year...
How to escape this reality I know
So stressed it even sets in my bones...
I've never been more selfish in my life.
I learnt to bite on grenades...
I am unwanted,
I hear them whispering about me...
Questions slowly sinking in,
I guess it time to drink again...
Impulses grow pulsing more and more
Faint notions mixed with fading memories...
Again, Dawn kisses me with her cold, harsh lips
Ignoring any want of sleep, though the meds still...
The tears have been dried
My make-up reapplied...
Do they not realize I'm slowly dying?
The fake laughter I use when I feel like crying...
I'll sit on this floor
And close my eyes...
The water runs over bare skin,
Skin that is icy to the touch...