Scatch_3838

smoke, dreams and mirrors


What can she do with this broken heart
go on walking forever with her hands tied behind her back
It can’t be this bad, your mind plays tricks on you
I’m sure it plays tricks on me
Hearing voices, seeing shadows, Talking to empty hallways
all of the fun loving games you played when you
were 19

She takes out a cloth, She makes a tourniquet, She bites her lip
the bleeding stops..........
The excuses hit her chest like stones on a brick wall
It’s easy to lie to yourself
I spent several years lying and convincing myself
I’m smart, funny, charming even good looking maybe
a movie star drug dealer

She falls to the ground hoping her heart will break
Her ego shatters and the light fades
She thinks of nothing that can save her
She wakes up everyday talks to the mirror and walks past the door
starts dreaming of another
It doesn’t get worse than this
I could drop dead
cocaine starfish overdose coma
that would be better, of course, than this

She laughs to herself
wipes her eyes
brushes her teeth
drives
walks
eats
talks
brushes her teeth




...so what do ya think?????