*feels like drowning alive.
It feels like the waves are the monster eating you inside.
It feels like the deep waters are trap and you are stuck.
It feels like there is no escape and you just watch yourself die slowly.*
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
I'm drunk
I'm very drunk
Not on beer or *****
Or wine or margaritas
But I'm drunk
But on what Nero?
What'd you get sloshed on?
I'll tell you
I'm drunk of a mixture of bitterness and lost hope
2/5ths of romanticism and no one to share that with
A shot of insecurity, and a tall glass of stress
I need to get sober
I'm tired of living through a constant hangover
So tomorrow I stop drinking my emotions
I'm throwing that bottle into the ocean
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
One crumpled paper after another
into the trash can.
I can't seem to get these thoughts
out onto paper.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
to the man who raised me
to the man who vowed to love her
to the man who promised to be yours alone
to the man who you're supposed to look up to
to the man who swore to protect you
to the man who was supposed to be my hero
to the man who raised a hand
to the man who cheated
to the man who lied
to the man who broke your trust
to the man who hurt you the most
you're not perfect but i love you
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC