Innocuous Whispers

Sometimes

I get drunk and I come home and cry

And I think about my friend

Dead, lying in the bed 

While I'm chatting in the corridor

And it's terrible, because I just left her there

I'll never forgive myself

The line between life and death

So narrow, so easy to trip over into the wrong side

Like CC did

And I think

I spend the majority of my life discussing material things

Dresses, shoes, bags

It doesn't matter

All that matters is being happy and being alive, healthy

I am so lucky to be alive

I miss you Mills

My beautiful friend

Life isn't fair
They should have taken me
A rotten human being