Chaos

Running like mad
I'm a part of something
That doesn't matter and
that makes me a statistic.
I'm chugging wine like
water
hoping I wont remember the reasons I
did this in the first place. until it's
2am in a nice neighbourhood and there's
kids sleeping and i'm puking my fucking guts out
I don't even know it until my
nose drips red reaching my
red stained lips and the shame in
this highschooler's eyes reflects in the sick
that might as well be a metaphor for my soul.