Battling the Cerebrum

Never thought I would
live past
thirteen
Lookin' out the window
Where's his car, Where's
his things?
His scent of Newport 100's
on his brown coat
faded
Couple pieces of clothing
and some photos don't
make it
Tell myself 'he's in the army
he'll be home in a couple
years
Don't cry you'll see him
soon why you sheddin
tears?'
Why can't I call him? Write
a letter, hear his voice?
You don't care where is
don't
give me any remorse
'I'm sorry he's in rehab
he'll be out in a couple
months
he doesn't want you worrying
and pulling any crazy
stunts'
Is there any way to drain
my memory?
I've become my own
enemy
Drowning in my own
empathy
Please stop saying
sorry

i can't sleep i can't
sleep tell me
Where has he gone?
'Don't read the police report
he'll be back from the bar
around dawn
Close your eyes try and get
through another mornin'
Get your hands off
those pills !! haven't
you read the warning??'