It's always been difficult for me to decide where I belong.
I've opened my heart to allow others in.
I've been betrayed and gifted countless times.
I swore I'm my own enemy.
But the bottles has helped me.
Bitter sweet with a curse.
Couldn't see straight and I think that was best for the worst.
I've waited eagerly for the best of me.
But darling I think I'm always going to be my worst enemy.
Gave everyone my best
My kindness, became a weakness, and for that I've been locking doors to allow myself to rest.
Go away from me, let me drown myself with my enemy.
Our friendship turned into a bitter sweet story, full of beauty. I my own enemy.