and it's five am,
and i should be getting
ready do to something,
anything,
but no,
i decide to
sit on the cold,
white bathroom floor,
with a lit cigarette,
and an empty bottle
of wiskey next
to me,
while in the bedroom,
my lover sleeps peacefully
on the squeaky, messy bed,
and patiently awaits
fot my arrival
back in bed,
which will never come.

Small ****
Big hips
Crooked smile
Slow denial
Fat face
I can't erase
Thin hair
Great despair
Green eyes
Sad goodbyes
Wide nose
Legs closed
Ugly face
A disgrace
Brown skin
I can't live in
Broken heart
I need to restart

As I pop these ***** little pills,
my soul is unaware it's becoming quite ill.
The doctor said I'd be fine, but instead I'm slowly losing my time.
Sitting, thinking, my heart in hopeless decline.
Laying, reminiscing, wanting to rewind.
My thoughts less frequent,
the more pills I take.
I wouldn't have started to take them
if I knew what was at stake.
My soul slowly taking the bate,
Maybe this was really my fate?
My mind is being beckoned from dark shadows to light gray.
What about the bright sun shining day?
Why is it becoming more and more gray?
What exactly am I feeling?
For with what feelings am I dealing?
You lied and said pills were the solution.
You started this ***** revolution!
It was you who gave my mind this illusion,
my brain becoming more and more in confusion.
Don't ever say pills will help again!
For this could very well be the end....