Square One
Death…
We’ve all thought about it
Mistakes…
We’ve all made them
You could say my life involves both
Sometimes individually
Sometime at the same time
Mistakes I’ve made involve my hope for death
Cuts that cover my wrists as if I were paper
I’ve suffered nights I can't remember
Impulsive substance abuse
Never narcotics,
But prescribed medication
A whole bottle of vodka with sleeping aids on top…
Equals a recipe for disaster
Broken hearts…
We’ve all felt them
Some hurt more than others
I can't even remember my first heartbreak
I drank it away,
Cut out the pain with blades,
Burnt away the pain with hair appliances,
Tried to throw up the food that never even entered my mouth
I need more time to heal,
Though you don't know how long
Neither do I
I’m playing life as it goes
Though its not going the way i thought it would
I’m in pieces scattered all over
Hey, there’s my heart ran over on the street
There’s my pride hidden in an alley
My confidence is MIA and non-existent
My tears all over the floor,
They’ve created a pond.
I may never wake up
I don’t think I want to
I’m cut into pieces never to be the same
My puzzle will never be solved
And I am a mystery that always brings you back to square one…