It was something unwanted,
But something I needed.
A careful cry
The consequences, I should have heeded.
I am drunk on melancholy.
Drowning in the vodka of sorrow.
It weakens my system,
But I stop to swallow.
As the sadness streams through my veins,
I become aware of the intoxication.
My body is screaming, fighting
To break free from the chains.
My tingling skin awakens me,
My warm body pressed against the bathroom floor.
I look around and reach for that melancholic bottle,
As I sip, I realize there is no more.
For I have consumed all the dreary my body can take,
And my soul whispers the name.
You have afflicted me so many times before,
That I can no longer feel any pain.
My hand, latched on to that bottle empty of sadness,
Glides itself across my quaking veins.
I can feel the burning sorrow leak out through my skin,
And this time my soul screams the name.
I was wasted on melancholic feelings.
At first, not knowing why or how or who,
But what I was feeling, led me,
To know you.
About the Creator
Katie Timmel
i’m an adventorous & passionate human being with a love for art, travel, and music. i want to see the world & experience life the way i believe we were meant to.
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