been

it's been another night with a bottle of sutter home.
i'm afraid i've been talking with myself.

i must be afraid of something. i must be afraid of it all being true.
that everything that happened really happened.
and that i can't go back and change it.
i'd go back and change everything.
i'd have kept them closer.
i'd have kept them as close as i could have.
and where i stayed quiet
i would have screamed
and drawn it all out on the walls.