It's easy to lose yourself
In your dreams
And forget what actually is
Your reality

I did it
He's not getting up
His blood is on my hands
Wait
Did I do it?
I don't even know

This can't be real
How can this be real
It's impossible

The body is on the floor
Looking at me with it's dead eyes
My eyes
Hand is clenched holding onto something
My hand
Face frozen in fear
My face

Am I looking at my own body
Wait...
Who am I?

cuttin' & sluttin'
pukin' on the ground
slicin' up your skin
******' every guy in town

till somebody notice ya
that's the "way", your "habit"
blamin' everyone you love
and babblin' like you're rabid

"But I need to feel something!"
"I need another drink!"
"You can't understand!"
"You don't know what I think!"
"You didn't love me!"
"That's why you divorced!"
"It's all 'your' fault that my life is off-course!"

Just 'shut-up', *****!
**** comin' out your mouth
you're just whorin' & borin'
that's what you're all about.

You think u got problems?
Awww.
You feelin' all depressed?
Then take my suggestion:
"slice a razor 'cross your neck!"

Problem solved.

I think that between
The sweatshirt that still smells like you
And still owns a few of your hairs
Those birthday cards you made me on your own
And that story you wrote me as a Christmas gift
But I threw away later
If only out of sadness
Or the memories of the photo
Of you I snuck In the spring of grade ten
But you made me delete right away
Because you had that awful uneven tan
Do you think of when you sat in the cold to wait
Even though I thought you were never coming
Let alone early
And we held hands at school once
Without you making a fuss
You stayed up until two in the morning to talk me down
because I did the same for you so much
I also have a note you wrote me once upon a time
And I have a letter I recently wrote for you
But was too afraid to send
And I guess a line out of it sums up perfectly
The question that's been on my mind
If you keep anything from our friendship
Are they more like souvenirs or a prize?