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
Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 6:48 AM UTC
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