she's the toughest critic when evaluating herself she's her own worst enemy and her conscience melts as she takes a puff of her cancer-creating host her life starts to blur when her mind roasts even as she's intoxicated she can walk on her feet and say she survived survived the terrible fall while in the hospital and near the meds that voice is no longer in her head hold my hand please as you take those steps toward the light firnd your wisdom and try with all your might this is how she's learned to cope this is how she deals when the stains are on her shirt she knows her reality is real forget the billboards directing you throught life remember the hardships of his loving wife as her swipes his hand across her cheek the blood imperfects the carpet but he keeps swinging painting like an artist the monet is cleared after she is stuffed in the truck and does he cry? does he care? mo, he doesnt give a fuck she could have defended herself but she never tried she was too weak and he knows why he took advantage and left ehr clean he never lost the habit or cared about what he did.