The walls..... I'm tired of staring...
The chairs....I'm tired of sitting....
I'm drowning in my own sorrow, filth, and sadness
Filllin my mind with lonliness and frustration.
Like emotional castration.
A bad situation....
I don't know how to feel now.... My heart can't take any more drama. I just want to love and be loved. Some days I wonder: if I was drunk every day, if things would be ok for me. Part of me says no and my pockets aren't loud enough. I'm a broken vessel and I don't feel as though I deserve the repairs.
I'm frustrated..............
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