Hanging

You spend all day with your head down crying lately Each thought comes faster than the last Cigarettes in bed and one leg hanging off the edge Seven dried out bowls to mark a week since you last slept All day feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down I’m not scared of it but I’m scared of myself that’s enough for the both of us You’re crying on the phone again it tears my up but you can’t tell An aching in your cheeks to say your smiling through your teeth again All day feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down I’m not scared of it but I’m scared of myself that’s enough for the both of us And you ask of me, when will I feel love again But I can’t say, it’s hard enough to feel ok --- Hanging - Spacey Jane