The perks of a temporary life

•drown them out (-Sloes)•

swimming in an acid filled sea,
drowning out the bad thoughts,
hand me the cup of tea this time,
no bottle of wine;
I keep myself sane in this
manic train.
don't need pills,
no liquid that fills,
because I understand I don't have to have it figured all out.

I won't feed my fear with the pieces
I can't find in myself and the emptiness surrounded by it all.
here I stand & will stay,
even though not tall.
sometimes we all fall,
no use in running or shouting because
it will all come back to me like an echo.

burnin' the bad thoughts like wooden pieces,
watching them turn to ashes,
floating away with the wind.
they will be seen again but I keep my lighter
close, just in case.