Saline streams ran down my cheeks and found it's way to my lips Glitter and shine like sequins as they drip down the terrain, Seeping into the cracks in a desperate attempt to drink the life I've given up
I'm older now but nothing has changed My wine still tastes like bitter childhood and my cigarettes smelled like my father (Or maybe my father smelt like cigarettes, I couldn't tell) A bag of anger packaged in Mcdonald's chicken nuggets sat on my work desk like a trophy to behold
I was only 6 when the first crack in my heart ran through My mother told me that maybe copious amounts of cheesy fries and roasted chicken would somehow motivate my body to fill it up I needed reassurance that would coat it in resin Give it another layer of protection But she gave me a bag of hard candy so I could sculpt around it
My body shook and my voice cracked as my father left my the family for the 3rd time and I knew my trust was gone forever But that's fine because 7-Eleven is down the streets And they have a promo for chocolate-vanilla ice cream All I needed was a cone to catch the tears as I swallowed it down like melted sugar syrup
I tell myself that adding chocolate chips into my depression would not make it taste sweeter But when I took a bite out of that cookie, I could barely tell I've been crying And a few mugs of mocha drowned the thought deep into my mind
I'm older now But my taste buds still have me ******* on a chain And it feels like the only way to escape Is to jump down the abyss
Out of all my crutches, stress eating is the "healthiest" but it destroys me eight times faster in the long run because then I'll worry about gaining weight. Ahhh, tough.