It’s an Addiction
I’m going to turn my pain into art. It’s the only way I know how to bear my heart. I laugh, cry and have all these regrets. I challenged the world and I lost the bet. I surround myself with people and pretend to keep myself from going mad. But even with my friends around, […]
Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.
Happy Halloween and a Blessed Samhain. Enjoy this retelling. it’s quite a crooked story…
If I was wished away Would you still think of today? Consider how I tried to smile and laugh. Look at the pain my eyes tried to convey. Nevermind. No need to save me. I will waste. I will decay. No tears. No heartache. Don’t even Pray.