trial and error

i want to dye my hair,

but i'm too afraid that i might not realize the change.

i want friends, i want drugs,

but i'm too afraid they will slip off my sweaty hands.

the thoughts that are haunting me,

they will break my bones.

the thoughts that are haunting me,

they will break my bones.

i go after runaways that occured unaware,

i get knocked out by myself withouth knowing the enemy.

i slip off the wooden bridge between real and not,

and i get lost in the routine loop of monotony.

i am still in the process of trial and error.