January 14, 2014
I have finally given this book a name
Many people probably have the same
This is my book of hate
I am sure many people can relate
There's always too much to write
Usually I have already had my mental fight
Unsure of any words that I need to use
I can only sit here and bruise
I pop a pill to numb the pain
Keeping my head airy so I can think I am sane
Stupid is drowning my thoughts
It's all I am, is it not?
I hate that these feelings are so real
To be sober and know what it's like to just not feel
Soon I know that we will fight and he will yell
But only my pills can hear the swell