Running away from Reality

Intoxicated

This sadness seeps into my soul and paints it black and white. I allow this melancholy to get embedded in my bones and befriend this pain. 

I  collect my tears and form a pretty necklace for my pretty pain. Because she has always been with me, kissed me and hugged me when I grew up in shadows and bathed in darkness. 

Who am I without pain? 

I am addicted. 

She destroys me slowly and kills me sweetly but still I smile with a bleeding nose, busted lips and broken ribs. I am addicted to the comfort of her embrace. 

I take small sips of this poisonous hopelessness and feel it burn my throat. 

Because that is who I am. 

A burning soul.