waiting up all night
turing my lungs to ashes
numbing all the endings of my nerves
my poisons of choice
consists of drugs, drinks and boys
the purpose they serve
lines at the perfect time
and in the nick of- made a decision to stay on this earth
one more high and i wouldnt come back down
but without all that, am i strong enough to survive
flashbacks trickling into my mind
when im undressed under a spotlight
i dont even opt to drown them out now
i am constantly racing against myself to revert to
the girl i was before you
all i think about is escaping this town
all i think about is untimely death
if heaven was a place
mine, would be the place where nothing ever happens
quite, still rest
a touch of darkness
after a life lived in a race
but you couldnt even commit to giving me that
and no amount of money and drugs can rewind time back
because you know our son needs mom more than dad
especially one like you
no amount of fun and love will get it out of my head
you have no idea what the reminders do
i douse myself in anesthetics
STILL trying to forget you
nothing is worse than growing up to be a statistic
my skin goes cold anytime a mans hand clenches my neck tight
youve taken the happiness
right out of my eyes
there isnt a way for me to hide this
and you had no fucking right
everyone sees what youve done
and it doesnt matter what im told
i hate knowing you've won
you shouldve killed me.
now with this trauma, i'll grow
whats the worst that could happen to a girl whos already been burnt?
dancing for money is gonna get old
using what a good lord gave me to spite men who think they have power over a body
is going to get old
surely?
the only man i love sees me as a waste of life
so back to the drawing board it is
do what i do best
self destruction is like my only reflex
god complex kicks in
like a white knight
to save me from the hurt
but my god complex is hades on his boat
and if i dont hop off the boat now,
thinking i am invincible is what will surely have me die.
and thats all she wrote.
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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