3-24-16 late update but definitely worth posting imo
There's a bottle of pills on the shelf of his shower,
And sometimes when he can't sleep, he'll let the water run over his head and then he'll down a few of them
But the more he takes,
The more it seems to not do enough.

The guilt stepped in,
Right behind truth,
Threw rain clouds over his head
That day.
Alcohol is its only cure,
Or at least that's what the demons in the corner say-
And he's beginning to wonder why nobody acknowledges their presence.

He masks it all until he's intoxicated.
He wears a facade by saying its okay.
If you keep your face that way, it'll get stuck like that.
But I suppose that's the point.

Everything of temptation lurks on a shelf in his house, except for the knives-
Pills. Alcohol.
And I'm starting to feel so much power with these things so close.

I'll be out of here by late June.
Baby, I've been taking cold showers,
I can't seem to sleep either.
But as my fingers fell onto that bottle in his shower,
And it tipped over empty,
I understood.

I never meant to share your habits.
I guess I always wondered how you made it
Being surrounded by tempting sins in varying bottles.

It's back again; the anxiety is carving holes through me,
And I'm burning the edges of my paper safety.
I think the bottle in my shower is almost empty.
- (m.m)

Actually inspired by a dream tbh haha I love it though, this was such a crazy episode of inspiration and I'm digging it lol I love when I write like this, using characters and stories and elements of my own life and idk it creates a nice escape for me,