One day gone.
And not even that.
I miss you already.
My throat is sore,
From having to make up for my lungs
My whole chest is left weak
from the gaping hole in my heart.
These days my hands have looked like sand paper,
And my clothes have been dirty.
My bones pop and crackle when I work.
And it seems like my head is an arena
For all of my worries to be pitted against me.
Like lions and christans.
Bottle after bottle of wine
Couldn't blot the pain inside,
But that's just the way things go.
I'll dream of you tonight.
I hope your safe where you are.