Why the Shots Went Off

Pain stricken

Oh love ridden 

I cant take any more of these secrets that are hidden

Deep inside me just goin' on a 'bidden

On my life cause i like to burn my  insides with liquor 

Instead of burning scars on my wrists with my razor

Don't mind me much I'll be dead later

Cause my oh so wonderful life; filled with so many traitors

One more drink let me forget

This is a promise not much of a threat

It never happened; we never met 

Maybe I can die soon or better yet

Tonight.

Author's Note

I wrote this in a pretty bad place.. like when I was half drunk out of my mind to kill the sadness I dont even know if I can call this a poem but whatever I guess

Reviews

[Owlgirl]

I agree with Tai, but it is a fine poem, great job!

[Tai Ryens]

This is a poem, I wouldn't say it was your best; but it most certainly isn't your worst either. Fine job with this one, though it could use improving.