Emotions, Freestyle, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

It’s Okay

So, with a small but knowing smile, The girl always thinks to herself, "It's okay, you don't have to love me."

Addiction, Alcoholism, Blogging, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

Doesn’t Matter

More alcohol to patch the lonely emptiness that permeates, A desperate attempt to chase a cheap high Crash and burn into flaming shards of ruin Suffer the children It doesn't matter anymore

Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

Cold

I feel as if I'm caught in a blizzard, Vision obscured by translucent tears, Body shivering for warmth, Sinking into the deep snow, One step at a time