S.I.P #16 ("i ' m s o l o s t i c a n ' t b e f o u n d")

the whiskey burns right through my pain
but i think i want to take it all away
is this the day
is this the day
is this the day
i'm staring at my wrists trying to resist
the tempation to make them spit
spew the blood that feeds my heart
it's been so malnourished for so long
i'm not sure this would even be wrong
is this the day
is this the day
is this the day
once again i've let it all slip
see my sin as i slowly slit my wrists
no
no
no
it is never the day
it was September, 22nd when I realized
that in my life i'd missed the point
I've been running by this angel
that you sent to save my life
she's stepping up; bunkered down on bended knee
God don't let me let her getaway
apathy is slowly killing me
clever
lines
are
so
hard
to
find
so i'll write just what's on my mind:

lot's of blank spaces lots-o-whines

today is the day
to change

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii am so lost
that iiiiiiiiiiiii never expect to be found
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm so sorry i've let you down
you should just move on
(god, didn't i ask you to not let me let her go)
answered prayers are a thing of my past
cliches are the new now
g o o n t o b e t t e r t h i n g s
i'm too busy suffering (not literally)... so screw me (figuretively)....................................