Fuck.

They don't tell you that when you start to get older
How hard it will be to let go and try to get sober
That no matter what steps you take you'll never get closure

Guilt, I'm just buried in so much fucking guilt
Like I had something to do with the loss of what we built
6 weeks in and I'm already surrounded by the blood I somehow spilt

I can't move on and it's impossible to fucking let go
I really just want to go to my basement and hang myself so low
I'll make sure I'm just high enough the floor will barely touch my toes

I'm filled with so much anger but no one there to blame
Maybe I'll get on my roof and curse God's useless fucking name
This just hurts so fucking much and I know no one feels the same.

◄ Myths and Wishful Thinking.

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Sofia Urquiza

Thu 26th Apr 2018 21:26

So much pain in your words but then again writing through our pain is what does this- amazing poetry.??..3?s Up

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