What am I
To a million people
Whose names are numbers
Waiting to be counted?
What am I
Other than a mispronounced name
And a character of no value
Who often becomes forgotten?
What am I
Aside from being a drunken thought
Whose name you scream
And whose heart wrenches at your drunken sight?
What am I
When I become frustrated
At how much I love you
But can't find the right words to say?
What am I
To you
When all I've ever been used to being
Is nothing?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
What am I
To a million people
Whose names are numbers
Waiting to be counted?
What am I
Other than a mispronounced name
And a character of no value
Who often becomes forgotten?
What am I
Aside from being a drunken thought
Whose name you scream
And whose heart wrenches at your drunken sight?
What am I
When I become frustrated
At how much I love you
But can't find the right words to say?
What am I
To you
When all I've ever been used to being
Is nothing?
I really hate drunk you. **** you, and **** my worrying, anxious self.
