The Eyes of June and July

It’s such a familiar feel now
Like the edges of my lips
Are being pulled down, down to the ground
And the inside of my nose stings

Like a heroin drag queen
Red eye shadow above each eye
They’re tainted in a bloodshot red
It’s what I look like when I cry

Cant breathe. Can’t speak
Can’t smile. I’m weak
I can’t breathe or speak
All I could do is weep

Hypocritical and emotional
I still don’t feel any better
I still don’t see any personal benefit
Yet my cheeks are drenched and wet

Drowning
Only you could save me
But my heavy heart
It sinks me too deep

Hold me, my dear
Forgive me, the tears
But how could I not?
Right in front of my one fear
It’s how I get to sleep
It’s how I start the day
And how could I not?
Under so much dismay