maya crisol - The Price

In the morning i feel like vanishing
with all the fragments of my undoing
it scares me to feel the price..
the price i will be paying..
as moments of disarray
come into play...
I pull the sheets to cover my eyes
wishing they were all just lies...
last night i prayed for an eternal slumber
but all i am now is just a little half sober

with all the fragments of my undoing
it scares me to feel the price i am paying

maya crisol

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-7/