pain is addictive too
I raced blindly for shelter
stumbling along out of darkness
until I found a place of comfort
exhausted from damaging myself
in these drunk nights
my mind rambles of thoughts
I know I cannot handle alone
wish you'd send a sign
wish you'd pick up the phone
wish you'd explain your plans
rather than the fantasy you left me with
my drunken state is reckless
with no care of what is spilled,
I thought I'd be numb
but you're still all I feel.
YOU ARE READING
With Love.
PoesíaIn a book is the best way to hide knowledge of the truth, through a pen hides the strength of therapy. I've gain much wisdom and restored much faith from this. I hope this brings growth to anyone reading; it was worked through me in very difficult t...
