Whiskey and Pills
or
Who I Could Have Become

I have fallen out of my

fucking mind.

 

I have spent too much time

searching for you

 

And now the empty bottles of

whiskey and pills

Have finally overtaken me like a

Tidal wave full of fury

Suddenly drowning me in fits of rage and

loneliness.

I take my longboard and cruise with a

Thick whiskey bottle in my hand.

As I carve through the

darkness

 

I polish off the bottle and smash it through

a car window

the glittery sound of glass

cascading into the thick

summer air.

 

***

I have been so angry for so

long

 

And all I want is something

simple.

 

And I am ready to dismantle the world

Piece by fucking piece

Because if I can't live in it

I'll make sure it's a living hell for

the rest of you smiling

motherfuckers

 

***

in the morning when i wake up

i see little cuts from flying shards

all over my hand

 

i can't quite remember what i did

the night before

 

save the fact that there's another

broken bottle

lying against my bedroom wall

and im not sure but I think those are

the dried riverbeds of salty teardrops

down the sides of my face