Sylvia’s Sister

Maybe I’ll drink until I’m sick

Maybe I’ll dance like a prick

Maybe I’ll smoke ten to the dozen

Maybe I’ll put my head in the oven

Either way one thing is true

It’s got fuck all to do with you

Independence

Looking
into the
void

Lives
destroyed

But we
will never
give in

Minds
annoyed

Hearts
unemployed

Yet hopeful
we can
still win

Tug Of War

Please
don’t push
me away,
he said,
I only want
to make sure
you’re okay

Please
just leave
me alone,
she said,
I am much
better left
on my own