i'm falling back into
my old bad habits
i'm afraid that this time
they'll eat me alive
this pain isn't anyone's
problem but mine
and you'll never know
what i'm feeling inside
without my scars to
show it.

but the glorious feeling
          of having
                       no sustainable thoughts
                                    is amazing
everything
                                                             flitters
                          around

pay no attention to the
emotions you were feeling
        white fuzz
cloud
                             covers them with a veil
                nothing matters

What is it we do,
When the bottle is empty
And the baggie too?