Someone tied
a shoelace
Tightly
around my heart
When I was little,
and it grew
Swelling
around this choker,
Shaping
a small opening
Only few can cross
and I'm lsolated
With ethanol as medicine
a waste of a being
But no one is tough enough for
a life of spilled misery
and wretched joys
and constant angst
and dreary loves
That only reminds how
al-one
We
are.