Look Down by Ryn Holmes

here, I’m in Hell,
my scars plain to see,
there’s no drama – stolen –
no one knows me now.

That time
I was living insanely,
I used up my words,
made an ass out of myself.

I am danger,
everything to lose,
down so low my brain stops –
I’m not myself.

Wearing basement clothes,
I never belong,
am not any kind of songbird,
can never sing.

Look down here, I’m in Hell,
my scars plain to see,
there’s no drama – stolen –
no one knows me now.