They lay across my bedroom shining against the sunlight
They lay here like they belong
As if they are meant to be the center piece
The one piece holding me together
I lost count after fifteen , and it's only the middle of the week
Sipping spirits so mine just might feel enough attack to awaken
I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand
Do you know how hard that is for someone who works so hard to completely understand
I hate having the wrong answer
I hate not knowing the next step
I read the last chapter before the whole book
I wrote this ending before the beginning of this poem
This is meant to be poetry written for the pleasantry to being heard
But this .
This is pain being splattered across my bathroom floor because my body won't allow me to take much more
So many bottles
I wish I could fill them with my tears and feel my fears and my aches and my wishes and my prayers
Re-enter my being , just so I can feel whole again
I'm so out of control , I'm so numb , I'm so lost , I'm so blue , I'm so fucking wasted
Wasted
That's the perfect word for it all
I am wasted
Wasted love
Wasted hate
wasted pain
Wasted empathy
Wasted tears
Wasted laughs
Wasted hugs
Wasted kisses
Wasted body
Wasted soul
Wasted faith
Wasted hope
I am wasted
Completely and utterly wasted
I am unrecognizable
I don't even know who I see in the mirror
All of these bottles
Empty
Just as I
Just like me
Exactly . Like. Fuxking . Me
Wasted
Time
Wasted
Time
Wasted
Time
Just me
And my bottles
Wasted past wasted
Just me
And my bottles
YOU ARE READING
Unbreak me
PoetrySpeaking of being broken , as if it was glorious . As if the pain made you who you are . Because honey , it most certainly did. *** my first time posting . A series of poetry from different times in my life . Needs editing . Some words may be mispl...
