I follow the
lines
of my pen
as I write

I don't know
where it's
going to...
where i'm
going to crash into...

Your finger
I do see it
pointing back
at me

Your eyes
they weigh
like bricks
all over me

I don't follow the
way
for me to think
about every single
word
that slips through

My guilt just
carries on.......
My innocence
always seems
to die
And it's not meant for me
to know the reason why
it's not meant for me
to excuse the words to live by

I write
as I crawl
I live...

As I breath
I think
And pour in
alcohol
to the thoughts
until they
drink up enough
to pass out
on the bed
outside
of my head


What I wouldn't
give for someone else
to hold this pen and write

What I wouldn't
lose for someone else
to trade another page with me
And sober up...
sober up
my thoughts.

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