Red ribbons float away. Reminders of my youth

The ashes from my wasted time spread before me like broken glass

Drunken roads leave treadmarks as they rise to hit my swollen head

In your eyes I have failed again

The bottle. Evidence of my dearest friend

Sore heads argue for refrain but the pain’s too much to take

Swimming in the depths of another stupor, I think of you

Closed eyes. I beg for it all to be over

 

Red Ribbons was written by Diane (Zyanne) Corriette

I wrote this after talking to someone who was feeling bad about letting down a family member. They had made a promise that they couldn’t keep and in their words ‘wanted to die’, which is a terrible place to be in life but how they felt at the time. I am sure we have all made attempts to overcome something or give up something and fail miserably at doing so – for me it is always dieting.