I picked up a beer to numb it out.
Not to enjoy it this time.
Everything is built up and if I have enough to drink I know I can say the words I think.
Even then..
Alcohol makes my mind weaker than it already is and then I’m forced,
Forced to say what’s on my mind..
Because that’s what happens when I start off.
Then it spirals.
The worst of the worst thoughts.
Anxiety is at the max and all I can do is
Cry.
Llora por el hecho de que nunca podría tenerte aunque lo dejara a un lado.
Porque está hecho..