wanderlustd1

I collect poetry for pleasure
because i'd rather drown myself
in words that explain how i feel
and what i'm thinking, then
drown myself in peoples thoughts
and opinions about me.

Mental - pleasure.

Her mind was
a storm
her thoughts were
a hurricane
her eyes were sad
her smile was fading
her heard was breaking
but she lived
she was lost
in her own mind
her own world
she drank herself 
into oblivion
she smoked
partied
surrounded herself
with people
and still she
felt empty
with no cure
but death.