I said I was willing to give it a try,
to trust one last time with my nervous...
I feel like I am walking
in the closet of skeletons from my past...
The world is alone without you;
no wine-sparkled eyes dance toward me...
My son has been grown for years,
but a kid yells, "hey, Dad!"...
I wish I didn't have
all these faults in my heart...
My heart sinks to the bottom
of the deepest ocean floor...
It is always her words
that jump into my head...
I can always depend on my knife
to get me through the trauma...
Two small voices battle inside of me
as this addiction now controls me...
Never in my life
have I struggled to breathe this much...
I often wondered
if you really knew me at all...
I haven't slept in weeks,
wishing that I didn't have...