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January 14, 2014

I have finally given this book a name

Many people probably have the same

This is my book of hate

I am sure many people can relate

There's always too much to write

Usually I have already had my mental fight

Unsure of any words that I need to use

I can only sit here and bruise

I pop a pill to numb the pain

Keeping my head airy so I can think I am sane

Stupid is drowning my thoughts

It's all I am, is it not?

I hate that these feelings are so real

To be sober and know what it's like to just not feel 

Soon I know that we will fight and he will yell

But only my pills can hear the swell