Pre-panic
I stare in the mirror
And my lips that quiver
Look like his
On the night that I
Flushed the bag of white pills
And I feel that my hands
No longer exist
With cold feet and a hold neck
I feel like slashing
my skin
My fingernails are in claw position
But Juliet said she loves me
So I'll just sleep away the
Numb. Lonely. Boredom.
Instead
And if I should die
Before I wake
Smoke the motherfucking blunt for me
I'll rest
With clean lungs
And my lips that quiver
Look like his
On the night that I
Flushed the bag of white pills
And I feel that my hands
No longer exist
With cold feet and a hold neck
I feel like slashing
my skin
My fingernails are in claw position
But Juliet said she loves me
So I'll just sleep away the
Numb. Lonely. Boredom.
Instead
And if I should die
Before I wake
Smoke the motherfucking blunt for me
I'll rest
With clean lungs
♠ ♠ ♠
The white pills were my brother's that night. I felt like cutting to stop the anxiety attack.
The day before I went to warped tour and met Juliet Simms. She said she loved me so I didn't.
I planned to smoke weed with my brother for the first time the next night.