There she lies, on the bathroom floor,
Comatose, in a pool of vodka and vomit.
Small traces of salt where her spilled tears have dried.
The familiar scene.

I hate that these memories have replaced the ones from before.
She used to smile, she used to laugh.
She was so innocent, yet so wise to the world.
But the world brought her to her knees

She was once beautiful, too. The proof is in the photographs
Which hold up better than my altered perception and recollections.
They tell the story of a girl on top of the world...
For the last 10 years, she's always been behind the camera.

I pity her, but she pities herself more.
Her confidante is a bottle and it drinks in her woes.
She was never a fighter, but it gives her tongue bite.
She spits and she snipes until the sweet abyss of unconscious takes her.

This person is a stranger, though I've known her for so long.
She is a zombie, a soul-sucking vampire bringing me down with her.
But I am stronger. I will not succumb to her demons
Or be brought down by my own.



I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!
She hates herself more.
I hate her because I love her far more than she deserves
After all these years, my faith in her never dies.
But I'm too exhausted to hope much longer.
So I'll wait for the relief of the day when I'm numb
Because there is nothing more tiring than disappointment.