Vodca thoughts

I am lost
Aren’t i supposed to know exactly how to feel and where to go?
I’m afloat but my heart is drowning
My fears live on, but the sharks are surrounding
The same sharks that feed on the broken moments in my head as i lay in bed
As i lie in bed staring at the ceiling
Convincing myself that it’s okay to feel mistreated
Convincing myself it’s okay to not feel needed
You lose yourself in a bottle of vodka while i lose myself in my thoughts
My anxiety pushes me to the edge while you just take another round of shots
While you giggle into their ear i scream into my pillow
If i were a tree i’d be a broken willow
One that’s been hit over, and over, and over, and over
By the ax that tells me i’m not enough

Reviews

[Yellow Wax Wings]

Beautifully written. I know this will be hard to believe, but it DOES get better. Chin up