Tuesday, May 11, 2010


I'm so tired
Sleepwalk through this joint
And I can't stop wondering
What is the point

When I felt empty
You would fill me up
Now I'm a half empty
Plasticine cup

I want more tattoos
I'd like different hair
But none of these things
Mean that you will be there

My mind; it is melting
And my skin is in shreds
I cannot fix this
Not even with meds

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