Blue covers pulled over my face.
Just so I can think more as a tiny cloud in my room starts to rain
Upon the liquor upon the shame
Upon the pen the only way to escape.
Why does everything have to be sad story oh that's right your alone and you can't figure out what's wrong with me..
You?
No me.
Wait me?
Nooo you..
Wait you are me
I know but I was talking in third person.
Sooo your talking to yourself?
Yes "we're " to our self
Wait who self I thought you was talking to me?
Sigh can I just finish the poem??!
Oh my bad yeah..geez the fustration hey have notice there's a cloud in here? Uhh that's weird.
Yeah I told you that!