I can feel
The lining of my stomach.
Its vessels bursting.
It's aching. Softly.
Sorely.

Yesterday I held an empty bottle
It felt so light in my hands
I pushed my palms together so hard
I cut myself, on the glass

The poison is the summer
Takes away the pain of the season
The time for coats. and colds.
The time for blankets. And hurting
To be alone.

If looks could kill
Well, my mirror would be in pieces
And my heart.
Not beating.
And my addiction
More hidden.
And my voices.
Softer spoken.
And my insides.
So broken

If God granted us three wishes
I'd wish on only one thing
The wish to disappear
The wish to not exist.

I can taste the glitter in my veins

I can taste the glitter in my veins
It eats away at my insides
Like broken stars.
The sparkle to my heart
Wraps it's hand around it. Tight
Reminds it to beat
Beat through the night.

I can feel the strap around my arm
The crease
It forgets to bleed
These days.
My insides, are falling away
My bloodstream calls for its
Peace.
Its disease.

The needle.
It sits. A tablespoon of blood
Cradling it's bevel
It calls for me
It ripped the sparkle from my eyes
It's every
Fibre of my life

It hurts to lacerate my arm
With that
...that god forsaken sharp
When it slashes, I shake
I can feel my veins.
My arteries. They break.

The bandaid only covers
The tiny hole. I am broken.
I am the ones who bleed.
I can't escape.
It's the only life in me.

No one's gonna stop her...

So let her stomach leak onto the floor
Her mummy would cry if she knew
Her only daughter was a junkie
She worked all week, and all night
To space out under some flashing lights

And they stare at her as she walks down the street
She pulls her jumper over her arms
A little facade for those nuisance track marks
She sure loves the devil
She sure loves a hit
She loves every moment of inebriation
Every minute of that hit

So if she wants to inject
At the signal of the weeks end
Who are we to judge. Her stomach aches
A bitter taste on her tongue
No point in crying, over a grave already dug.

Silhouetted by the moonlight,
She stands. The grave stones lined against her
With a broken bottle in her hands
On her tongue the poisons dance
Anymore and her heart will just...
Stop.

Escape

She doesn't sleep very much,
She bled a tablespoon of blood,
It kept her up.

The tissue wrapped a little tight
She pressed down harder
All her insides burning, calling for
her murder

He lined some blades on his tongue
And kissed her gently. Careful to draw blood
It fell softly. Into his palms
It sparkled like her eyes used to.
Oh, they sparkled.

She stared at the mirror
And layered her lipgloss on
It stopped the blood. She bleeds only
the pink liquid now.

Even Her veins flowed with a touch of despair
Desperate to escape
With the next artery she tears
.........."I wish I could just walk,
Right out of this world"

is it bad.,
do you think, if i load myself up.
and have a drink, at say 12.pm in the day? it is afternoon after all,