Left out in the cold,
my bones are feeling old...
Killing myself is all I can think about
Shame amd embarrassment keeps me quiet...
Dreamed to feel okay.
If I take this yellow pill...
Why can’t I do better…
You can’t… you can only do the best you...
The ground is falling and taking me with it
Like sharp edges releasing a silent cry...
I am haunted by my past
Though, not as it seems...
Mary lost herself.
Her wisdom goes round and round...
Sometimes it’s apocalyptic.
I’m there, in the eye of the storm, momentarily...
Death my seductress
My beloved mistress...
I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...
My soul is genuinely tired;
My heart has been left on half empty for quite...
You ever have a craving?
One that’s not good...