Seven Days Ago

April 23, 2010
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Seven days ago I over did it
Now nobody will talk to me
It took me one time to see me from the inside out
And see what I could see
I try to tell people that’s not what I’m about but it had overtaken me
I shook and erupted as it digested itself
Could this possibly be my last living day?
One little prick and I saw the rich blood and it’s wealth
It took my breath away
It’s called OD for a reason, possibly a cue
I hate this thing called OD
Because what I OD’d on was you

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