Is it me?
Is it us?
What is it ?
What can we do?
....oh right nothing. Not a single thing can be done till you say " I need help" and then even after that we need to see the motivation.
I want to remember what the brighter side of you looks like, it was such a small slice of my memory, and its slipping from my hands at rapid pace.
I will only get older.
And soon I'll be far from home.
With constant worry in my head and pain in my heart.
Please. Fix. This.
So that I'll want to come home for holidays, so that i can tell people how amazing you are without completely lying and covering up the truth.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
Liquid Gun
General FictionAbout a woman lost in a cloud of alcohol, like shes playing roulette with her drink and it can go off any given second.
