Friday, September 16, 2011

Running Away (poem)

Warming my soul with a glass of champagne,
I float away to a land of sweet peace. 
Drowing the memories, drowing the pain,
Finding a small way to find some release.
Is it very wrong to not want to feel?
Is it so horrible to run away?

I took some cash. And I took a trip.
I just had to get away from all the shit.
I got a hotel room and locked myself in.
Is wanting to get drunk a forgivable sin?

I drank til I puked, and then I drank more.
I drank til I could barely crawl across the floor.
I drank til the pain was a distant memory.
I drank til I forget all the shit you did to me.



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