I dont know what to do,

with these memories of *; (you)

i could crawl in a hole,

i might paint the whole room.

i could drink till i cry,

live my life in a monsoon.

i could find someone else,

relive something new.

i could find the guts to get sober,

or wrap my life around a tree.

i could make another mark on my arm

but until i saw you did the same,

because of me,

i didnt know a thing, about self harm.