I can't help you fix yourself
Cause I'm too busy fixing myself
I'm trying to pick up my pieces
And broken things can't fix each other
We deserve to be alone
No one wants a shattered glass
You can't fill it with wine
It will seep out the sides
No matter how hard we try
We'll always have the cracks
I don't like being this way
But there's nothing I can do
I wish I wouldn't have fallen
Now I'll never be me again


|tmm|

I feel
        Free
                Elated
                          Happy

For the first time in
                                Days
                                         Months
                                                     Years

And I think I like it enough to stay that way

What has made me feel this way?

I do not know

Probably all of the pills

But it doesn't matter because

I'm happy

I keep trying to wash away
The pain from my skin
But no matter how hard I scrub
The scars are still there

First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13