The alcohol was supposed
to wash away all of my pain
and stream out throught the
cracks of my wall
and strangle you.
I want you to feel my pain.
I want you to feel my anguish.
I want you to feel the screams,
that treamble my heart's walls
to the brink of collapsing.
While you sit there
laughing and enjoying life,
I'm sitting here hopeless,
defeated, broken, weak and useless.
But I'm so glad you haven't
thought about me or us.
I dobut I ever cross your mind
while you hold her hand,
caressing her in such a familiar way,
that my body aches as the
withdrawl continues slowly.
The alcohol stays in my system
making the pain in my caged heart
more prominent.
I want you to hold me so tight that
the pieces form back together
and heal at the seams
and polish itself into the
once beautiful
lively creature it was before you,
instead of this vulnerable wounded
animal that lies defeated
in the dark.
