Cut & Dry

Thinking through the consequences. I don't have much time. And I'm miserable, I'm not invisible. My head is like a heavy casket going down the line to an early grave. What I'm trying to say is what you don't want to hear. It's what no one wants to hear. And I've broken every bone in my body and left unspoken for. I can't understand all of the long-term plans. So cut and dry, so why the fuck can't I seem to catch a break this time? Can I make it through the night? And I thought about the emptiness I feel coursing through my veins. It runs red. My bloodshot eyes suggest that I've been trying to numb the pain