glass fingers

like a baby, you fall asleep in the most arbitrary of places.

I'm Fine!

you shout, the type of noise that reverberates deep inside your bones,

it leaves me chilled.

I'm Fine!

you shout, but you stumble across the floor.

and like a bomb,

you explode at the most

delicate of times,

leaving a destruction in your wake.

but the difference between

an explosion

and you

is at least a volcano can be cleaned up

after it erupts.

yesterday

a shard of glass wedged itself

into my foot

from a bottle you'd thrown on the floor

and i swore

i wouldn't let you destroy the rest of us

the way you destroyed yourself.

I'm Not Sick!

you hollered

and fell asleep

face-down on the carpet.

(and so what if) you can't even speak

she'll still take off all your clothes

(what's the big deal if) you slur your

way through all your shows

(and it surely doesn't matter if)

you're comatose

Leave Me Alone!

you rambled

before falling headfirst

off the stage

and breaking your nose.

you know you've hit your lowest when

you don't remember what it feels like

to be sober.

yesterday

you were out until after dark

and didn't recognise me

when you came home

and i swore i wouldn't

let you throw away your life

the way you were.

I'll Be Fine,

you stuttered

and took another shot

that burned your throat on the way down.

but like a baby, you drink yourself to sleep.