picture me- drinking again.
sulking. sinking. thinking of how everything went wrong.

when all I ever wanted was to pick apart your preferences
lick the pieces and send them to my past like letter stamps.
stamped on my forehead- it reads :
I'm a fucking liar
:
and you're better if you run away as if I'm broken glass
slithers slicing the air. cover your eyes and count the stars
that never seem to laugh.

a hundred mirrors on the wall. and none can tell me my name.
just screaming metaphors and crushing my eardrums.
trying to slit my wrists with the same guitar pick I once hoped
I'd touch heaven with.

life isn't beautiful.
my hands can tell you that through the scars left from climbing.
holding on and trying not to fall.
slipping. no, nothing hurts worse than losing it all
except realizing that you'll never get it back.

picture me- drinking again.
and grab a frame. because this one has shattered.