staring out into the world feeling there's nothing left, a constant urge to fall apart like everything around you.
your shame bends your thoughts your sorrow leaves scars on your skin to rot, but no one can really see what your feeling nor can they. the memories haunt you like a demon in the night the words you hear constantly playing in your mind from your past make life harder to move on. then you think should I end it with a gun or take these pills and sleep forever. or do I push forward but drink this bottle of rum feeling all my sorrows drift away. what is the best choice?
for some it's quick and painless for others it's sleep for most it's seeing the bottom of the bottle but me I can't see anything working
in a life like I've lived pain is a normal thing and the life after isn't going to be any better
for I have earned this hell weather others say so or not.
I wear my demons and watch my scars rot.
