Sad? Don’t eat.
Upset? Grab a drink.
Hell, do both
And try not to think.

Stay up late? Work in 2 hours.
Angry? Get laid.
Do whatever it takes
To get yourself paid.

But in the end, don’t worry about me.
This too will pass, because I want to be free.

Belly ache,
mistake
crumbs in the carpet.
Black out,
blood drips
stains on the cement.
Everything
I touch
turns to ashes
because
no matter what
I
always
fall.

People say that eyes are the windows to the soul,
Well, honey, your soul must be the brightest.