Look At Me.

Back against the world,
Wrists against the razor blade,
Lips against a blunt,
Look at the shape that I’m in.
Lighter to a spoon,
Face against the pavement,
Hands circled with handcuffs,
Look at my pitiful grin.
Nose full of coke,
Fingers trembling with anxiety,
Head full lies you spin,
Look at the shape that I’m in.
Palms touch a steering wheel,
Brain drowsy from alcohol,
Look at me,
And watch me fall.
Neck snapped by a rope,
Away from your lies,
My only last thought,
Look at the shape that I’m in.