An old soul,
Curled up on the street.
Marks of burn,
Peeling skin,
Silent cry from the parched throat,
Agony on every turn,
Howl for food,
A sob in between,
Or was it the muscles' twist and turn?
Why did the burn,
Take just the skin,
Why didn't the heat,
Make some food,
Or give some heat,
On this cold street?!
And just then,
A passing gentleman,
In a black suit,
But without a boot,
Dropped me a drop of food,
And said, 'Look at that tree,
Burned in fire, jealousy and heat,
Soaked in rain, vain and pain,
Gnarled beyond the shadow's recognition,
Death has found him no definition,
So, you just rest in peace,
I will drop you daily,
Life in bits and pieces.'

Do you remember
Those warm sunny days
When the sky was never grey
And our hearts were only love

Do you remember
Those chilly dark days
When the sky was painted black
And our moments shattered it with stars

Thinking back
On those days
I finally remember a day
I was actually
**happy

People wounded why beautiful women date worthless men

*Its simply because we except the love we think we deserve

If we dont allow things to grow
They'll lither away and **die

Alcohol will always
Love me

Alcohol will always
Feed me
My desires

It is necessary
To say
That alcohol
Will always
Satisfy me
With it's
Undying
Death-defying
Numbness
That it
Shoots through my
Body
Oh so wonderfully

"Tell me about your family."

Before I tell you about my family I must warn you.
My family story isn't a happy one
It's not a story full of Christmas cards and family game nights.
It's not picturesque. It's not a story of smiles and laughter.

It's a story full of guilt and self hatred.
It's a story composed of slamming doors and cigarette burns.
It's me on the floor crying questioning my self worth.
It's my mom holding a bottle of anti-depressants that she always claimed were asprin.
It's my brother seconds before attempting to take his own life.
It's my sisters leaving to live with my grandparents.
It's my dad living behind bars. He couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Before you ask about my family...

You should know my family's story is one that only knew absence and hatred. It never loved. It never cast out my demons, in fact it's the reason they're there. It never said "good job." It never comforted. It never made anything better.

Our behavior
Is like a
Mirror

It's the reflection
Of who we
**truly are

I know it's wrong
I know you don't like it
But I just can't help myself
This taste
It's so tinder to me
It's lingers oh so perfectly trough my lips
Just let me drink
Drink every ounce of alcohol I can get my hands on
You don't understand
It helps oh so wonderful
When finished with a bottle
There's nothing
No pain
No heartache
No loneliness
Just numbness
Sweet sweet numbness

Everyone complains
How you treat me
So wrong
No love
No care
No nothing
Yet when faced
You lie about me
To make yourself
Look good
Before I still
Looked up to you
Because you are my father
But now
**You've lost all respect