You

The weight of the attention you seek.

The quiet before you lose control. 

Light headed off the high, 

The worse you get.

The more you drink. 

Any nobody is safe. 

In a bad place, 

But it's all you know. 

You had to let the cuts bleed,

Or they will never heal.

And the drink and drugs

Won't stop the hurt.

You just share it

And make others feel your pain.

Though they don't know.

And it gets lonely,

And the nights are long.

Talking to myself,

Wishing I could sleep

Before the sun shines.