Spots

I picked out the spots
Imagining daily
Whatll bring me over this cliff of which id been swaying on.
The pills in the closet
The bottles in the basement
The rope in the garage
The knife in the drawer
The river which you drowned in
Those are my safety net.
Just in case a wandering eye or loose hand finds there way to me.
Then you as its suddenly my fault.
My damage.
My pain.
My love.
Through all ill fight until i can no longer stand myself whether up or at all.
My voice like a loose canon.
My thoughts forever sharp.
Im hoping the day is soon.
The day i fall.