I just can't leave this alone; meat for the wolves pulling flesh from the bone. This is blood that I draw from a stone. And a scar to remind me of where I was born. This is what it takes to forgive myself for you.
Don't ask me what I am becoming. Something that you cannot comprehend. Completely unacceptable results. Damaged and desperate. I am crawling home.
And it feels like something is wrong When I'm not tethered to this hotel bed I do what I can to make sense of this mess that I made for myself, in my head. One day at a time.
When I leave there will be no goodbyes, no explanations. This is just something I need to do for now. When I die there will be no funeral, make no arrangements. What happens on the road will kill us all. Don;t ask me what I am becoming, something that you cannot comprehend. Completely unacceptable results. Damaged and desperate, I am crawling home.