no longer writting poems
of my life that...
insults my inner soul
with the usage of
my verbs....
catastrophic memories
will no longer be heard...
digging in my junk draw finding
a NEW pen to write the 3rd
chapter of my life... for my old
pens ink has ran dry....and
my paper has no more line
to...
share...
with...
M-I-S-E-R-Y...
that i no longer want to
be my company...and my
half ass companion...
im digging a hole
in my heart and
burying my past in it...
im pouring out that 5th of
GIN that kept me drunk...
not of alcohol but of tears and
pain and flashbacks of beatings...
medicating my body so my heart
can feel numb... to keep from thinking
of my OWN husband i mean EX...
that said we were just "WHAT'N IT"...
"dont want a man
that dont want to
be wanted"
is what my new motto is....
im digging a hole
in my heart and
burying my past in it...
Written by Frstladylsm