I can't look at myself
I feel so ashemed
Scares all over
I'm the one who is blamed

Drinking helps me to write
To let the words flow from my mind

Or is it a mere illusion
Is it all the alcohol that makes me think it

There is only one way to find out
I need to read these poems tomorrow again

And feel ashemed of my writing
My writing that isn't even reall nor good

So to you, my future me
Remember you are great
You can't fail, because you are awesome
You can always write what ever you want
You shouldn't feel ashamed of your thoughts
You are great, and you should know that
You I love, I love you

Sweet kisses from me ***

He sat at his phone
Just this call i have to do
He put all his courage together
And dialed the number

He took deep breath
Sweat dripping down from his face
His heart was beating faster and faster
And his mind spinning around

"Hello how can I Help you"
He heard the voice
He wanted to answer
But he couldn't, his mouth remained closed

"Hello, someone there"
The voice asked
He shivered and felt ashemed
He hung up and thought ******* social phobia