Friday May 3rd 2013

by cynicalpessimistic

Empty bottles
All kinds
None of it was even mine.
Used pills
Alcohol spills
Reopening wounds
That never heal

I’m shaking and say that I’m pretending but I’m constantly cold from the ice my heart is trapped in.
This is my last.
No need for a bye
I promised i wouldn’t bring myself to a bleeding pain tonight.
Then again broken promises
Then again induced vomiting.