This bottle's still heavy,

though I've been drinking for hours.

I don't know what to do,

I'd do anything for you.

My head's throbbing,

my body stumbling,

my lungs aching.

I can't stop this cycle.

It's all in my head.

You don't know me,

but I've known you all my life.

And as weave my way down another street,

I remember what I did last week, after staggering home.

I sat in my tub,

and I carved your name in my skin.

I've done this for so long,

and I've carved so much skin,

I'm running of ways to hide.

My scars so deep,

my pain so fresh,

I wonder how everyone is blind.

Or do I have no friends,

just like you said?