Is such a poem near or far
Are such words laid out like the stars
When you breathe do you choke on the choices you make
Is it life for granted with those drugs that you take
Sniffing and snorting, while you’re father is asleep
Fallen into heaven, making unnatural leaps
Oxycontin is the medicine, a pill in powdered form
Calm is the outcome, then drowning in a storm
As you lie awake, you itch from yesterday
Scratching weathered skin, now burning and blistering
Your scars, you cannot hide, not even without mirrors
You write thoughts of suicide, your own words you now fear
Tomorrow you will stop, you say this everyday
Tomorrow has now come, tomorrow is today
