My mistakes

Sometimes i wonder how I'm supposed to survive
how I'm to deal
remembering my past
like a broken puzzle
laid out in front of my blurry eyes

trying to hard to cut the lies away
to cover my mistakes
to stop from crumbling inside
to help heal
and fall asleep at night

drinking my tears away
smoking my fears away
listening to my pain
to wash away my dreams

feeling as though I'm chased by dogs
feeding on my pain
and tears
crushing every dream

no water
soap
happiness
or acid
can stop my feelings

i faultier every time i try
watching a rewind
flash-back
to the old days