Best Served Cold

Sometimes I wonder

why

I'm even trying.

So I take another sip from the bottle.

My life changes

depending on my mood.

I don't deserve this I

tell myself

I shouldn't be here,

I shouldn't be anywhere,

I shouldn't be,

so I take another sip from the bottle.

But, it wasn't all my fault.

Other people made choices too,

I tried to do my best.

I tried.

So I take another sip from the bottle.

I only made my decisions.

They are what's wrong with me.

None of this would have happened

if it wasn't for them.

I pour my revenge nightly:

glass by glass.

But the glasses take too long...

So, I take another sip from the bottle.

And revenge is

a dish best served cold.

I deserve better than this I

tell myself.

I should be somewhere else.

I should be somewhere,

but I'm not,

and it's all their fault.

And one day I'll prove it,

but right now all I have

is a cold bottle of revenge.

So, I take another sip from the bottle...

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