I'm writing again
So does that mean I'm
Getting bad again?
I thought the pills were working
I always hope they will
(stop ******* yourself)
Things are looking familiar
Maybe in a different light
It's sunnier, warmer
But more callous all the same
(the perfect illusion)
Things are rough
Rough enough to make me new
Keeping rubbing up against it Big Bear Baloo
(it's the itch that never stops)
Pain changes people, right?
Every good thing comes from
Terrible, terrible evil, right?
(keep rubbing)
Let it rip you apart, stupid bear
New docs, new meds, new
Reasons to stop this - whatever this is
I am tired
Not ready to die
But barely hanging on.
(my knees ache)
I must be getting bad again
I keep seeking out sharp edges
To haphazardly maneuver around
Just to circle back for more
When the job isn't done
A ******* life down the disposal
(i'm not supposed to think like that, he he)
Wait a little while more
And you'll see the blood
Mine
Yours
(it's all the same)
We're all ****** the same