Everyday is endless highs and horrifying lows
In brief sober moments we catch our breath

And maybe if mother is near
You will say something familiar
So that she is content in telling herself
"She won't die today"
But little does she know that you want to scream at her horrible truths
That you want to cough up your fears in her room where she asks you to sit for a minute
That you want to cut yourself open and bleed on her

And you can't tell your lovers about the urge to open the car door at 90mph
You can't tell them when they get you high they are breathing life into just enough to keep you here
You can't tell them when they kiss you, you wish they would never let you come up for air

And oh god I feel like I'm falling constantly
The shaking won't stop
And oh god how long can you keep me here when I'm already dead
How do you get distracted from the fact that there are flies buzzing around your rotting flesh and you are no longer welcome