maybe i'm a little depressed,
refusing to digest,
nothing left to pour out of my eyes,
dizzy and skinny, what a surprise,
maybe if he sees my now visible curves the desire will be enough to come back,
but once the alcohol enters my system it's all a flashback,
i know your never coming again,
so i need to stop hoping you will and end the pain.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry & Short Stories
Poetrythe feelings i never dared to say out loud written down in this very book.
