my journal.
keep out .
Coming down
See me.
The addict continues to shove needles into my veins.
tHE rEIGN OF gRACE
Grace had a beautiful face.
I guess me as an icon Isn’t good for your image.
I just wanted you to be proud of me.
mad at myself
Mad because I’m a piece of shit.
ignorant artist
I’m not doing cocaine in New York.
Vanity and veins
Her face shows the O
a mile high prayer.
The drugs in my bag were screaming at me.
if you give a saint a sailboat
you’re in for sunny days