I’m drinking more than often and losing what I most thought was dear. I wonder if we’re really that good of friends or if it’s the blood in us that keeps us together.
I have all these secrets that I can’t tell you- that I’d rather not.
I hold contempt, resentment, and bitterness. But I disregard it all, because it’s just so much weight. It’s a shame I can’t let it go, chained to this ugly being- I rot in my own asylum.
And I begin to disappear. Because I no longer want to reside in this location.
I just want to digress.
I just want to forget, and relieve of all this negativity.
But it doesn’t help that i enjoy this pain and this hurt.
Yet I hate it all at the same time.
So I lay here awake and I listen to all the ghosts and goblins wander at night and I leave my hand for them to pull me aside and take me away.
I’m not strong enough to be here.
So let me burn, slowly in this oven.
And i’ll be content once more.
As I lay here awake.
