I've never meant to go astray.
I've never wanted red wrists
or smelly fingers.
I've never wanted wet sheets
or sleepless nights.

I don't know what to do
or what to say
to make all the pain
go away.

Stuck in a limbo
seeking respite
yet everything else
leaves me in turmoil inside.

Maybe insanity is the new sane
like how being drunk is the new sober.
They say that even hell gets comfy after awhile
I have to say that they're right.

The pain gets addictive,
the burn becomes akin to ant's bite.
There seem to be nothing else
to make me feel alive.

i'm lost.

(c.c)