My best friend wrote this, while we were bullshitting, smoking a cig.
All she is,
is a midnight cigarette;
slowly burning,
like a heart attack.
Burning out,
on the flesh of her wrist,
leaving marks,
never to be kissed.
Her midnight smoke is burning,
and she choke.
Up the memories of somone long forgotton,
someone lost in her own thoughts.
Had my nutcracker preformance today. I was the spanish dancer, as a solo. it went okay..a but the other kids there drove me up the wall.. all i could think was that i wanted to take a few shots, or smoke a cig or a bowl.. that made me a little depressed..
No one noticed the cuts on me! which was good!
Got home today.. mom went out to get dinner.. chugged some Rum.. and had wine with dinner!
So a little tipsy.. Kinda depressed.. trying not to think about it, cause if i do i will bleed again..
Guess ill have to explain what there has been to […]
Where is the bottom, exactly? I’ve been searching for a long time. I sift through the mud at the bottom of this wretched ocean, groping for that metaphorical rock bottom which so eludes me. Every day I find myself digging more desperately than the last, performing pitiful acts of self depreciation, drilling deeper, or perhaps further, in an uncertain direction.
(A cig a day.. eventually, a pack a week.. now a pack a day.. these things take far too long to do the dirty. MAY AS WELL GO SMOKE ONE RIGHT NOW)
I hoped that I would be smothered down here. Or, that some mysterious sea creature […]
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