It seems ritualistic
I drink this poison nightly
It pains my insides
Risks my outsides
But somewhere within
Beneath the skin
I derive twisted pleasure
Here's the line
I stand with toes over the edge
Locs grazing my skin
While I'm grazing my end
You think I'm dumb
I just want to be happy
I can't find my home here
Home isn't there anymore
Home is with you
But you're not mine
Despite what you say
You belong to them
Those with a future
Those with a chance
What the FUCK do I have?
A life ready & willing
To drag you down
Yet I still miss you.
6.02.2009
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