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It was so much easier, making decisions in
the dim lighting of that corner
neighborhood bar, whiskey burning down my
throat, your hand on my waist--a dare to
wandering eyes, and a promise just between
us as we stumbled our way home. It began to
rain and my hair was curling, but I didn't
care in the lamppost light of the street
then, church bells tolling midnight
somewhere in the distance. Everything was
perfect that night, in the dark, with you.
today, i thought about drowning myself in the bath tub.
how easy it would be to let the water sway me to sleep.
it felt so good to know that i had the choice, but it hurts
so bad
to know that i don't have the guts. how easy it would be.
Its A new year
And I still hate myself
Its a new year
And I still have mental illness
Its a new year
And I'm still an addict
Its a new year

*And I still love you
hey 2015
just now said goodbye
to your crazy brother

i think he told you
what i told him
yeah
i love you

please be kind enough
to give me
some pleasures
throughout the year
don't give me sadness
don't make e feel
depressed and lonely
more than that
don't be boring
like your elder sister 2012

come on let's rock,
let's make this world
the craziest and
the happiest place

are you in???

i hope you are
i warmly welcome the year 2015 to rock my life
I remember that night that we fell in love
In my room
Listening to the sound of each others' heartbeats
Our breathing becoming jagged and shallow
Our faces getting closer
Feelings going haywire

And then I woke up
And found myself alone in my bed
The blade still in my hand
And then I remembered that night
Like a memory lost in time
And thought about why you left
Because of her
And how I would never be good enough

So in that moment
I let the sadness overcome me
And take me to its hell
And I thought
Why me?
I can’t talk to you about this cause if I did
I would tell you that my heart is aching
and hurting so bad I just wanna rip it out
out of my chest with my own bare hands
I would tell you that I’m so depressed
that I sometimes wonder why I keep
fighting this battle with myself and I wonder
if it’ll ever stop hurting the way it does now
If we talked about this I would fall apart
and I don’t have time to fall apart cause
I’m busy holding myself together with tape and glue

*(s.m)
Inspired by Miranda Bailey, Grey's Anatomy
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