The withdrawals start taking control
Eyes closed I feel nothing, care for nothing
Craving the touch of its tip
Raw on my skin
It's sharp edges giving me the high
As the drips of crimson a sign that I'm alive?

Needle and stitches: my tattoo aftermath.
What's there to gain? but a reminder of empty bedrooms
And ticking clocks too fast for my pace.
The need to skip to heaven, more like the oceans view beneath stars
that send crashing waves inside the soul.

So i let that tear drip instead
allow the storm in my head to tear me apart
at least for tonight.

Slip into a slumber and pray.
Tomorrow will be better.

I just want to say that although somedays seem unbearable we still have to give tomorrow a try 'cause no two days are exactly the same. who knows tomorrow might just be one of the best. it might be hard to look at it in such a way but just remember you are cared for and you are not alone...