as the sun comes up

and the cloud cover rolls in

I look at my arms

and see all the scars that

were not there before and

I think about if I may

survive until my

next birthday but I

wonder where you put

the silver elephant I gave you and

I wonder if I can even

make it through this week yet

here I am

Saint Patrick not by my side

Pain in every part of my body

no water to drink

no shoes on my feet

but if the red moon rises and

I can still use my mind

then I can make it

I have seen worse times

and I can keep you

in my mind

then I am happy