I wish
I could just
Drink.Drink,
Drink,
Drink,
And drink.I want to drink
Until words
Are nothing but silence or white noise.I want to numb myself.
I want to forget my head and my feelings.
I want
To
Drink
Away
The
Night.Bubbly
Giggles.Or
Sad
Sobs.Would be better than this
Emptiness
That I feel.(~)
I can't
Speak.I can't
Breathe.I'm so weak.
We don't meet.
I can't make
Myself
Feel better
Without being
Alone.I want to make myself
Throw up.
Starve.
Run....
Die.Too many old things come back when I only want to escape the past.
I'm so sorry
Please don't hate meI know I'm worthless
Insecure
Messed up
And broken
But I'm sorryBabe I'm so so damn sorry.
(~)
I think
about lying.
Saying I feel
com-plete.
But I don't.
I'm not
fucking complete.
My eyes are
cold
but they burn.
Music
blurs
with
James'
soothing
voice.
He says
I'm angry
at him.
He actually
thinks
that I am.
But he doesn't understand,
right now
my mind
IS
L O S T
(~)
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PoetryOn the way home. Dad's arguing. Austin's shouting. I want to disappear. Dad's shouting. I'm arguing. Austins arguing. Austin's shouting. I'm suffocating. They're arguing. I'm hiding now. Or distracted, for lack of better words. I'm trying but I can'...