One of the biggest
mistakes I continue
to make is allowing
myself to get drunk
on my own sadness.

Depression and lone-
some feelings rest so
willingly in my soul,
that I let them drain
and pull and take their
toll.

Dragging on my thoughts
and mistakes from the past,
they tug on old desperation
and break the case around my
heart and chest.

I've got regrets and bad
thoughts and **** self
esteem from years ago,
a person I wasn't proud to
be, but did so to fill some
unidentifiable void in me.

I needed God and self-love
and other things I thought
would fix me, but I shut
it all out. Sleeve of society
seemed much more appealing.