a plea.

this life
isn't easy for us

those of us
who see things our own way
and we can't stay
inside these lines

hiding from our demons
at the bottom of a bottle
disguising ourselves
in a cloud of smoke




i see the haunting in your eyes.
i know the truth in all your lies.
your soul is worn and full of hate.
please turn around before it gets too late.

if you can't do it for you
if you don't care about yourself enough
can't you do it for me?
is that asking too much?