Looking Low.

Am I wrong for being bitter with it all?

I keep shaking, mu little heart is breaking.

And I am crawling to forget the stretching truth,

The empty falls of losing my dreams.

My hopes seem to be covered in mud,

And I am quick to avoid the clowns and saving.

I only watch TV to block what's going on inside.

If I had a drink, I would drink one too many.

Barely can I hold a knife and look at myself.

Ugly shades of purple and blue.

I need you, but do you need me too?

Author's Note

06.09.2014