Fire crackles down my throat
Tears pouring down my face
As I silently watch the wall
Listening to screams of my mom
I remember his hands,
They run up and down my body
His words force bile up my throat
As I force my eyes shut
My stomach feels warm, like I were happy
My body aches with it,
Wishing it were true
Another bottle down the hatch
The burn of the fire hurts like hell,
But it's better than the sting of his hand
Or the venom from her love,
Damning me to sleep
I wish I hadn't drank, and lost my little trust
I wish I just stayed away,
I wish I didn't remember the happy burn
The numb of my lungs
One of the moments I truly felt numb
Nothing physical hurt me,
And nothing emotional phased me
I could cry and not care if anyone heard
I could cut and not care if it hurt
Nothing mattered again, it's what I knew
So I drank. And I wish to do it again.
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PoetryJust some poems I've written. I had 60 poems in my old book (Untitled Titles) and I might put a few of them here, but I don't know. Enjoy the ramblings of my mind :)
