evening routine

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I drag my empty heart hoping that my mind would follow.
I've been peeling my eyes open every morning
just to suffer another day.

same shit different day.

I've tried to ignore the taunting,
my name written all over those bottles.

I tried to avoid sleeping on the bed of red wine.

            I tried .

I thought it'd take me to paradise
I thought it'd put me to sleep.

I had to mute my sobs with clammy hands while everyone was asleep.
I tried to drown my pain in liquor but it learned how to swim.

                            & there it swam

it swam up to the surface, to strangle my mind and suffocate my heart.
it left me hollow.

  

3/20/19

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