The throbbing is almost blinding
I’m up In pain starving & alone
It’s not the pain
I can even be happy alone
(some days)
It is the starving
Not for food

Not

Well not for just anything
Today would have
Would have been

Been
No
Is

Is 1 of those days
Where I’m starving
Because of you
Yes
You

It’s just the ideal
I tell myself
The easy
Oh so easy thing
Because of what I did
I do
Do to myself some nights

Thank someone
Anyone

Because it isn’t
Isn’t ever going to be
Fire knives guns & drugs
Any more
Try as I might
I am going to be
A statistic

Some place
They will have My box
And I will just
Check in

Just not like today
Not one of these days

When I’m starving
For you

When the gaunt look
Is rooted on my face

When my decisions
Have been poor

(“aren’t they all” you gently chime in my mind)

I prefer the old way
A lil’ salve & the
The fire knives & guns
Disappear


Ominously



Obviously





It is one of those 
   Days