Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light...

The very people that are proving to be my emotional salvation may also be the cause of my physical ruin.
I was in my pjamas for a second time after putting my thursday clothes back on, I was going to read and go to bed...
I am too easily swayed by the promise of alcohol and a lift.
Now there are traces of vomit on my trousers.
I could be just waking up now, (possibly) headache-free if I'd been more sensible...

...Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again