I have bags under my eyes
And no appetite what to speak of.
My hands shake and
And I get nervous when planes
Fly over.
My eyes are always puff and
Red
If fallen into the habit of sleeping
Face down.
My head hurts
And I feel physically
That I'm ten years
Their senior.
I'm to tired
I'm too gone
That black and blue abyss
Looks mighty sweet.
I ruin others peoples
Lives when I become like
This.
I need to get away.
Far away where my mother can't
Find me.
