I'm so ugly... but I really miss who I used to be.

I miss my clear lungs, not the ones that are presently black and filled with cigarette smoke.

I miss my clean wrists, not the ones that are now filled with tally marks.

I miss my mind that was once cleanly open minded and free to the world around me, not the one that now sees into 4th dimensions with drugs that are ******* me up.

I miss my fat thighs, not the ones that are still fat, but that now have countless scars across them.

I just really miss who I used to be.

What happened?
Has your silver tongue turned to lead?
Oh it's such a pity.
The alcohol stirred his blood in a caludron,
Now I'm as good as dead.

Like a rose petal falling off its stalk on February the 15th