A time in my life a few years ago, no wonder why I drank my self stupid it was the only thing that held me together, i meow it's sad but that's how it was for me very hard.
Holding the neck of this empty bottle of whiskey again
looking through the clear glass and right through the other side
I don't care how long it's taking even though it already feels like its forever
It's 8:02am not feeling the best but I know that's it is not from the drink that I sat up all night drinking myself into oblivion
I might just crack open another bottle to see if it can take this pain away that I am in
It goes down smooth and quick too quick for my liking
the pain begins to ease even if it is only for a short while
drifting in and out, memories starting to fade
my head is spinning round and round again
No wonder I look through the empty glass
It's the only thing getting me through right now.
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Looking back, I feel so much pain
A victim, who had to carry the blame
Who I am today, a person of emptiness
All these unanswered questions, piled up in distress
Had to grow up so fast, ahead of my years
Had to wear a smile, but I held back the tears
My voice was unheard, so I found expression in written word
My dreams so vivid, and my reality so blurred
I am broken, shattered into a thousand pieces
I pierce the skin, and the pain releases
Now my scars are inner, and outer too
Living life like a nightmare, no sign of breaking through
Crying out I'm so overwhelmed
The story of my life so profound
More than anybody should have to endure
Shouldn't have my dignity on the floor
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I just want someone to talk to me.
You know that closeness with a person?
Just able to say everything
and feel utterly bare
and not worry.
I feel lonely surrounded by people
because I want closeness
and hate vulnerability.
I push too hard and not hard enough
I'm the midpoint between everything and nothing at all.
Should I apologise? no.
but I do anyway because it's something to say.
I might even say sorry for something that happened years ago
so that we can remember it
or I feel something other than blankness.
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i stare into the depths of my wounded soul hoping to gain peace for my delicate mind.
all of the turmoil and mountains i am more than willing to climb, if its clarity I will eventually
find. i want worth to be an actual feeling not just merely a word. i wish to walk with my
head up high feeling confident in what i truly deserve. no more being locked up
like a caged bird. full acceptance and love for myself is what i hope to obtain before i leave
this fallen earth.
Holding the neck of this empty bottle of whiskey again
looking through the clear glass and right through the other side
I don't care how long it's taking even though it already feels like its forever
It's 8:02am not feeling the best but I know that's it is not from the drink that I sat up all night drinking myself into oblivion
I might just crack open another bottle to see if it can take this pain away that I am in
It goes down smooth and quick too quick for my liking
the pain begins to ease even if it is only for a short while
drifting in and out, memories starting to fade
my head is spinning round and round again
No wonder I look through the empty glass
It's the only thing getting me through right now.
____________________________________
Looking back, I feel so much pain
A victim, who had to carry the blame
Who I am today, a person of emptiness
All these unanswered questions, piled up in distress
Had to grow up so fast, ahead of my years
Had to wear a smile, but I held back the tears
My voice was unheard, so I found expression in written word
My dreams so vivid, and my reality so blurred
I am broken, shattered into a thousand pieces
I pierce the skin, and the pain releases
Now my scars are inner, and outer too
Living life like a nightmare, no sign of breaking through
Crying out I'm so overwhelmed
The story of my life so profound
More than anybody should have to endure
Shouldn't have my dignity on the floor
__________________________________
I just want someone to talk to me.
You know that closeness with a person?
Just able to say everything
and feel utterly bare
and not worry.
I feel lonely surrounded by people
because I want closeness
and hate vulnerability.
I push too hard and not hard enough
I'm the midpoint between everything and nothing at all.
Should I apologise? no.
but I do anyway because it's something to say.
I might even say sorry for something that happened years ago
so that we can remember it
or I feel something other than blankness.
___________________________________
i stare into the depths of my wounded soul hoping to gain peace for my delicate mind.
all of the turmoil and mountains i am more than willing to climb, if its clarity I will eventually
find. i want worth to be an actual feeling not just merely a word. i wish to walk with my
head up high feeling confident in what i truly deserve. no more being locked up
like a caged bird. full acceptance and love for myself is what i hope to obtain before i leave
this fallen earth.