RUNNING DRY

I melt you down
To keep sterility alive
Your plastic casing melting
Your surgical steal dulling
My adrenalistic high
To bleed is to breathe
To know you're alive
Don't you understand?
Don't judge a person for what they do to get by.
I bleed to live,
Not to die.
I could tell you story after story
With eyes of tears
Stomach of vodka
And I would be honest,
If you're listen.
Listen, Listen, Listen.
Hear my heart beat, blood run
Sometimes the medication doesn't work
And one must take matter's into one's own hands
One's own wrists
Don't judge me for what I do to get by.
I'm ok with misunderstandings,
But don't you fake it.
Don't you dare.