seven days straight on the booze
in drunken stupor your mind you loose
demons and devils fill your head
wanting only to be dead
with knife in hand you start to cut
burning your skin with a cigarette butt
consumed by morbid thoughts of death
you long to breathe your last breath
confined in your mind
your words are bitter and unkind
i beg
i cry
love is not enough to make you stop
there is nothing I can do
i cannot watch
i walk away
thank god that was yesterday