Irony
Let the words spill out like I cut a vein
Blank paper.
Let the words write themselves as they fall into place
A mime does a better job explaining how I feel
Staring out this glass window is my daily therapy
Stuff all my stress into a cigarette
Burn it all as they quickly become a memory I forget
Ashes scattered turn this white carpet into shades of gray
Stained from my past, I’m reminded everyday
I can’t forget my past and hope it doesn’t forget me
Staring down the deep end of this hollow round bottle
So numb..to the pain.
21 questions.
None of them answered.
My thoughts are slowly killing me like cancer
Stuff all my stress into a cigarette
A cigarette…is my chemo
Ironic.
