Lend me your voice like a Shepard guiding me home. Tell me how you see yourself, not like in a picture or a mirror,  dig a hole inside your chest like a grave digger and unearth the ***** reality. ***** that consciousness until there isn't anything left holding you back and stare it in the face. Those eyes are yours, those lips that nose this whole ******* body is all you actually have so don't tell me you treat it like a tombstone just taking up space. Remove yourself from from the cemetery of self misery and plant yourself in resurrection.
Tell me about your drug of choice as I pull the needle out of your arm for what I hope is the last time, you absent-mindedly pick at a scab and say that it feels like your first tattoo, an old clock, a wristwatch that says time isnt ticking by fast enough
You said that it started with nicotine because girls could be so mean and you didn't understand why the first girl you ever loved choked you in bed and you said that you started to confuse *** with death, Tell me how it’s so easy to fall back into routine, how its just like breathing and how you cant seem to catch your breath, you tell me running from your problems isn’t a good idea when you have asthma and you know youre killing yourself but cant stop
Tell me your sign, whether its yield or “no right turn” so when youre left standing on the corner of suicide and denial I can come pick you up.