Don't assume too much with my poems. they're hardly ever about who or what you figure. there are always subtle hints or plays on words that you may not understand, but that's usually the best way to figure out what it means or is about. indulge yourself... |
I'm in my room, lying in bed
My eyes are rolling back in my head...
It's a good thing that I missed
the main vein in my wrist...
I hate that aching feeling
Of emptiness inside...
Just one pill, one hit, one shot
I miss my painkillers, liquor and pot...
I hate that aching feeling
Of emptiness inside...
It's a good thing that I missed
the main vein in my wrist...
You hurt me more than words can say
Than tears can cry, than pain can display...
These burning tears streaming down my face
The singeing flesh that won't erase...