Every face

 The front left becomes a horror of untold. Every face smiles, 

but they are smiles 

Of day light robberies and hurt and pain. The space you obtain becomes small

 till you can't breath 

and the witches crackle with ease.

No one said.

 Took a line cause I'm missing you,

The meds make it hard to cry.

Lost as to who to share things with.

While two lines makes me shed a silent tear,

It hits the dust that I couldn't sniff first go.

Wish this sniff helped me forget 

But I still see yous 

My favorite ghosts.

Still want to share those old songs

When I find them, 

But it's only me listening, 

As the coke runs out. 

Fall

 The sting of the cut

The shock of the fall.

The bad feeling and shock 

as you start to fall with no way to stop. 

Like Late nights, face lit by the phone.

Laying in your bed,

A long way from home.

Fabulous evening

 The last line of regret,

Did anyone see

where I left my self respect?

Over sharing is caring,

And I cared myself into a frenzy.

The kitchen, a hide away,

A holiday,

We all get a go here,

But I'll go first.

Like a well rehearsed fool,

The words spill

And there is nothing to lose,

Every secret hid gets their moment.

More then I could tell

Any councilor,

Barber, or even taxi man.

I even told how upset I was

Not to get a Mr frosty

At Christmas that time.