volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends

I'm scared

I’m scared that one day she’ll let me go
That she’ll look me in my eyes
Tell me that she doesn’t love me anymore

Pack her bags
Take her belongings
And walk out the door
Leaving me with nothing but whiskey to pour

I’m about to be fucked up
That’s for sure
It’s my favorite drink
It makes me weak
Staggering all over the house
Knocking everything down
Room spinning around and around

I used to be drunk off her love
Used to be high off her kisses
And her hugs
But she couldn’t take it anymore
The depression
The random days where I’d get sad

Sometimes it lasted a week
She wanted me to be strong but,
I was always weak
Defeated and mistreated
She felt like she wasn’t helping
I drove her away
Begged and pleaded for her to stay
She left me anyway

Whiskey was supposed to drown her memory
But it only made it worse
Stumbled across a old, rusted gun
And just like that,
I was done

By Raee