I'm holding onto hope
But I cried myself to sleep last night
Maybe if I told you how much it hurts inside
I'd finally find myself
My soul is drowned in alcohol
Some whiskey for the lonely nights
I remember oh so long ago
I sweared I'd be okay
But I've gotten used to this
And that's what breaks me more
What do you do when you're all by yourself?
When you feel you're all alone?
Nothing's left
The flowers wilt
What remains are my own silent nightmares
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Disturbed and Distressed
PoetryI have no explanation for the thoughts that I am dying to let go. I have no fear for demons, for inside we are all monsters too.
