Lord. Haven’t I suffered enough ?
These constantly refreshing images.
Why not just take my life ?
Give me a rest from this cursed life.
No, scarred life.

I don’t want to feel anymore.
I don’t want to love anymore.
I can’t love anymore.
Can’t even hate anymore.

Love is dead in my life,
Not coming back ever.
I don’t belong here, not anymore.

Take me up to heaven,
Heal my scars if you could.
Impossible right ?

Sober.
It's an acquired state on mind.
A conscious
A quietness
A fondness
One may say, a heir achy, from you all.

Drunk.
Also an acquired state of mind.
A derailment
A letting go of it all
An unseen hurting inside

You don't know whats happened to that soul
An incident so unforgiving its led to this black hole
The judge in you thinks your above that sad being
But in their own self conscious, it's trouble they are fleeing

(Never judge what you never know)

JJB

I still miss you.








god, how I miss you.

An apology without change,
is just manipulation.

I love you, but I can wait till your rule over my life ends.