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by Ares Nov 6, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I spent my days drinking till, my brain was made of liquor. you kept me insane enough, at least I felt original. you broke me down, to put me back as a, man you once did love. you picked my words, apart like pieces of wood. no wonder you understood. I swim in a pool of broken glass. I'm having trouble letting you pass. shoot me if I seem pathetic now. I'm having trouble getting over you. I spent my days drinking till, the world looked like an oyster. you kept me flying high, at least they saw me live. you made my heart, feel like a sack of vipers, deadly kisses through the night. you shot me through a, brick wall behind your door. at least we touched each others core. I swim in a pool of broken glass. I'm having trouble letting you pass. shoot me if I seem pathetic now. I'm having trouble getting over you. Sue my pathetic lifestyle - and love me like you did.
by Gabba Gabba Hey
Wow. Wow. These last two poems that I've read have been exceedingly good. They all ring of sadness. A different turn! I love the way you describe the drinking. Very...noir. I love this!