She downs the glass of Maker's Mark.
Her favorite type poison, a long shot in the dark.
She's become Sia "Chandelier" minus "for a good time call." She struggles with demons and leans on the one thing that's never let her down, alcohol.
A childhood she wants nothing more then to forget.
A failed relationship that made her wish she was dead.
She wants to believe there's got to be more than this.
She's tired of hiding all her brokenness.
The war of wanting to talk and have someone listen,
but scared they'd only want to teach her another painful lesson.
Her home is a different type of prison.
She's screamed and cried there's no relief here only depression.
She couldn't help but let her thoughts roam...
Will her pain stop if she's long gone?
This one wasn't easy to write...
No one's perfect right?
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.
