I get angry at this blank page mocking me
It's empty, and despite being filled with this multitude of crazy emotions
I can't seem to put down in words what i need to say
I can't express what is going on inside of me
And then i get angry at me, underneath piles of crap
Something is blocking me
I felt inspired to write again, but nothing is forthcoming
Fuck you Zoe
For screwing your brain with drugs, turning yourself into a heroin zombie
I tried shooting my methadone again today
It fucked up over and over, couldn't get a bloody vien
Just filling my arm with holes
And for what reason?
I want to get away from it,
escape,
Stop the pain
But maybe I should just face it
It isn't going anywhere, isn't just going to go away
I used to used to have things to say, and the words with which to say it
Now i feel like an amateur,
Everything distracts me
Perhaps I don't really want to open up too much
In case the beast that I unleash from within me
Is just too ugly...
