What am I doing here?

crippled, heartbroken, bum in need of a little fun

a cool crisp sip

my worries become slim

one more taste that is all it takes till-

 the devil rapes; the devil takes

all in the form of liquid grace...

one more whips of cool descent 

as it burns whats left of hope

I just wanna scream so loud that I can’t hear my own thoughts

I for once do not wan’t to bare the feelings of the emptiness my mind brings me

Ive been drowning in swarrow for so long, Ive forgotten how to swim entirly 

I do not want to forgetting everything

I taste the fiery burn of the liquid I dare let travel down my throat, is this what it feels like to feel free? Do I dare to let go of my fears and take another sip? Just one more, one more sip of redemption. Yet if I do, does that make me just like her? Perhaps it makes me human, human habits don't just form out of nowhere, I mean everything has cause and effect. Am I wrong? Maybe I can pace myself and I won't end up as sad, or dependent on it- I’m not like her, I’m just.. Coping, right? I’m sad and this makes me happy.. What's so wrong with that? 

The beauty of a close-up, you can see the wonder in their eyes.

You can destroy your now by worrying about tomorrow.

let us all stand strong in this time of great worry. 

We pray for arms to fall back on, arms from a stranger

rather than arms of someone we know. 

how did things end up this way

I’m a little blue because of you. 

I’m not used to feeling used, especially after only loving you.