I don't know what to do anymore.
Last night I was passed out on the bathroom floor.
I got drunk until I could drink no more.
I told the bartender to pour,
And pour, and pour some more.
I'm lucky I made it to the door.
Surprised I made it to my car.
I don't know how I got home.
Or why you didn't call.
All I know is you are all
I have ever wanted.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Smoked until I could smoke no more.
High as a kite I let myself soar.
Then I let the blood pour.
Because I still didn't hear your car.
Or your knock on my door.
Cried so hard I felt it in my core.
Punched a hole through my door.
And I missed you more
Than I ever have before.
I don't know what to do anymore,
Cut until I could cut no more.
My mind soared,
Wished I had a sword,
To stab through my heart like Cupid's arrow from the cord
Of his bow, and with his words
I fell hopelessly in love with every word you said.
You crushed me, now I want to be dead.
You tore my heart apart and even the strongest thread
Can't help my heart or head.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.