Here is to drinking alone,reliving my darkest moments.
I like to keep some things to myselfbut take this part of me.
And purify it, burn it.then maybe I'll finally be able to breathe.
Done with the days of begging,no more grasping for air,
Done with the days of praying.waiting for what, nothing.
Each side was losing, lost way before I started.even though I’m grieving.
I’m learning, I really am.I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
I must always mention,each time, causing devastation.
- written on April 5, 2015, Edited on September 17th 2018