Eyes bright red
eyes bright red
and knuckles scarred
spinning thoughts
concentration's hard
the smell of vomit
the taste of blood
backed up toilet
another flood
clean it up
wash your face
brush your teeth
Sins erased
cracked lips
a dizzy head
can't do it again
you'd rather be dead
but you eat
and then you feel like hell
one more time
you just wont tell
so you keep this secret
wanting to die
an unworthy soul
living a lie
Kim (4/99)
Copyright 1999 by Kim Martel