The Next Day

Sun Collapse

Mind tired of fighting with itself
Throat tired of screaming for help
Eyes dry from overflowing with tears
Heart always living in fear

Hands always tired from trying so hard
Heart exploding from always being wild
Tongue so rough from complaining so much
Skin so sad from not feeling your touch

Everything the mouth says every day
Walking every street and seeing a new face
Every drop of alcohol that made me sleepy
Every minute a new drag of nicotine

Every drop of blood spilled in every fight
Every day that begs to die
Every night of sleep that served as escape
But everything remained the next day