as I lay awake
i've drank for days
today will mark 11
and its sad to say
that no matter what
its the only time im ever happy
some may think that im giggly and sweet
but when i lay asleep
my mind eats at me
every second every hour every day
it never goes away
so i deal with it in a less harmful way
than to live in a puddle of every self inflicted bruise
clawing as though it gives me life
worshiped as a savior
but hurting like a demon
I know that I will burn