Now I talk to the moon
I sit in the darkness with your ghost
There's no sun in the afternoon
And I hate the word "almost"

Bargaining

I want to kill the sick part in me
The part of me that likes the sick in me

The part that guzzles down my drink
Driving down the road, bargaining

With God-- daring him to try me
My heart is hardening
While my thoughts are darkening
The road sparkling
But my ears are buzzing

And I remember that I'm sad

Then I remember nothing
Why is my knee bloody? 
Now my fingers are drumming
I think i'm losing my mind

Every bitter gulp tastes sweet to me
And they should've named me irony
'cause this is a safe place for me

Comfortable with chaos
Grounded when I'm high
I am found when I am lost
Too damn dead to die

Study Tip

If you are ever reading something that you do not feel confident that you will remember, stop where you are and ask yourself:

"Why would this be true?" or "Why does this make sense?"

Do not move on until you have an answer for this that you believe in. Even if it requires extra research. Reasoning is a much better strategy than blind memorization.

Motion Sickness

The most difficult part of the death of someone you love is that the most tragic day for you is another Tuesday for everyone else. Your world may have stopped at 12:23pm on August 16th, but everything else continued.

Expecting a grieving individual to keep pace with society is like making someone run a relay with the flu after they just realized their partner is not even there to take the baton.

“Why is life so complicated?”, she asked. The purity in her tone indicated a true curiosity.

“Because what we need to do, what we are supposed to do, what we want to do, what we can do, and what we are doing almost never line up"

Here’s the difference between me and you:
You got a rebound
I got a tattoo
You got a quick fix
I wanted permanence

You wanted to forget my eyes
And the compassion they were storing
I’ll keep an image of them swollen
As I survived the bitter mornings

You erased from your mind
My legs wrapped around the sheets
I’ll remember running out the pain
The rage pounding off my feet

You blocked the memory of my lips
You used to love how full they were
Now I picture them around a bottle
As I down a fifth of liquor

And you ignored how my stomach felt
Inside your arms when you were playful
Ill only tie this to the jolts of nausea
My drunken purge of betrayal

While you try to fill the void
But the nights start to feel lonely
with regret you cant avoid
Please refrain from leaning on me

Don’t reach out to me
With “remember whens?”
Ive made a scrapbook of the damage
I turn it page by page as my advantage
It whispers “never again, never again, never again”