The Morning After

The shame that comes from the darkness of the night.

the blood stained on my tee shirt.

dried blood and band-aids cover the mess.

A cut too deep, worn upon my arm.

Hiding beneath my clothes.

A tortured soul and unforgiving eyes.

Walking Through the Darkness

Walking in the streetlight lit darkness.

Traveling to god know where.

Hurt, broken, fucked up in the head.

Thinking too much, or maybe not enough.

Trying to find something worth smiling at.

Looking for some peace of mind.

Letting the blood trickle down my bicep as i walk alone through broken dreams and shattered hearts.

I cut out mine and leave it on the pavement for the morning goers to stomp on.

Mourners come from far and wide to see the disaster i have made of myself.

When the drugs don't come easy and the people you once knew turn their backs, where do you find yourself?!

Lost in your dreams.

Wishing someone would come find you.

Wishing someone would show you the light.

When you just want to be loved.

To be taken care of.

All I want is to not feel like i have to always run away.