Sober
By Kyra Moriarty
The feeling of despair
the feeling of isolation
the feeling of pain
runs through your body like a river during winter
I try to patch up scars with bandages
but honestly I need first aid
why do we do this to our selves
it's like walking through hell
Damaging our body
like our damaged hearts
us Americans
we like to laugh
love
smile
live
isn't that what you said Mr. Jay
we always just want to play
but when things get serious
we back away
Take a puff
blow out the pain
let the smoke surround you
get the free ride on the train
that feeling of happiness
runs through your veins
watch the smoke fade away
slip out of your hands
feel it burning your lungs
turning them into ash
I'll take your hand
do it with you
pass over the pipe
lets smoke a bowl or two
breath it in
let it stay
push it out all the way
*cough cough* blow
here let's just take a drink
lay down on the couch
eating some ruffles
sipping on whiskey
wanna take some shots
I bet I can beat you
drink more than you ever could
let your brain go off
into cotton candy land
all nice and sweet filled with fluffiness
nothing can harm you there
the feeling is great
my muscles
my brain
my pain
so relaxed
for hours on end
me and my buddy just chilling
sitting on the couch not saying a word
acting like we don't have a clue in our heads
so silent we can feel the blood rushing thru our hearts
our eyes rolled back
as if we left the world
*pause*
take a moment
what are you doing
how does this help you
when the smoke passes your lungs
piss out the whisky
there's not going to be a free ride on the train
they're not relaxed brain
you ran out of cotton candy
what do you do then
you don't got bowls left
you just got a steam
oh no, did we drink it all
there's not even a sip left
what happens then
the feeling of despair
the feeling of isolation
the feeling of pain
runs back though your body
you can't keep pushing and running
your problems away
they will catch up to you
what are you going to do
face the issue
scream in its face
punch it as hard as you can
get rid of the hurt
stand strong
there's not always going to be a pipe around
there's not always going to be alcohol
one day you're going to half to face your problems
do it now
it's not too late
turn your head back to earth
and generate
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