Hit the bottom hard,
hit the bottom hard you will
to where those pills once filled its full capacity.
Drink it down with a shot of dismay and curiosity.
Look round
and watch the sadness consume.
Don't the walls talk when they get like this?

Step outside and breathe
the Autumn air,
hate for caring, forget that it happened.
Watch the stars switch around.
Let this be as your sign, you've taken too much.
Tonight, you should forget where you hid those pills inside you.
I may be here,
but I should be there with you.

A glance from you is a seed of kudzu.
The madness spreads,
wrapping around each tree,
gripping it in a panic.

This is not healthy.
I use you like I would pop pills
to forget about things
I don't like about my existence.

Can you lose yourself
within yourself?

Sometimes,
when I sit alone,
I wish the forest of my life would burn.
I would light the match,
and I could once again
see the sky.

You are a thought terrorist.
I can't go on a walk
lay in my own bed
or have a conversation
without you there.
You have hijacked my eyelids
you linger in my mind
-its maddening!
Maybe with these words
I can cut you from my head
and trap you in paper.
You can not become
my background music or
the rhythm of my soul
-its MINE!
Yet still, I think of you.
Why do I do this to myself?
If you are the terrorist, I hope
I am not the plane going down.