As I walk by you, I can't help but notice
That sinister scent of alcohol
It's consuming you
It's consuming both of us
But you're to drunk to notice
You finally minister up the courage to stand up and speak to me
Your screaming and shouting echoes
Throughout the empty halls of the house
Your taunting words are piercing straight through me
I want to run, but you grab my wrist
And at that moment, you throw that glass
Full of wine straight at the little photo
Frame of both of us
Oh how silly me I was to believe we could ever
Be as happy as that picture describes us
The shards of uneven glass fill the air
Like little snowflakes falling from the sky
Less prettier of course, and so much more painful
Droplets of blood are spreading onto my clothes, like paint on a canvas
I can finally lift myself up, and run away
I run away from this monster you become
Did I create this monster?
What couldn't gone wrong, so fast?
My unanswered questions will forever haunt me
My unanswered heart will forever throb
I want to call help, knowing there are others like me
But I question whether there are
Because right now, I'm in isolation
Pure isolation
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
