I see in a new light
Tears burn my eyes
Smoke fills my lungs
Drink fills my stomach, my head
Why can I hear you if you aren't here?
"You have to eat, to sleep, to breath"
Well what if sleep evades me
Like some myth?
What if food turns my stomach?
I gag at the thought
What if breathing is hard
And hurts my fucking lungs?
What then?
I see the worried look you would give me if you were here
Lips turned down
Eyebrows drawn in
I shut my eyes but I cant escape
The fact that Im drowning
In Fucking memories
For Sam, The only one who cared when I stood on the bridge looking three stories down.
Thank you
