There is always this moment
before a car smash...
I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...
I have dreams where I’m falling
most don’t ever hit the ground...
looking back I don’t recognize
that girl hiding in the closet...
Down, down
Down in the deep...
I'm so desperate inside my mind
How i am i to survive...
Just walk with me
Let me look over and see...
All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...
I sit here thinking again,
Always thinking too much...
My mind, the dungeon,
Damp and decaying...
Your face once painted with happy colors,
I thought you were content and free...
Tomorrow my counselling,
Then help for my drinking in despair...