You words

I'm use to it now,

being lost in the sorrow.

but blinded by pity,

Im not sure of tomorrow.

maintaining a composure

with factitious hope.

And through what means

do I use to cope?

do I consume liquor?

inebriate my mind?

but with tomorrow would come,

a feeling not to kind.

so I yearn for the blade

facilitate through pain.

I know its not right

but happy I must remain.

although, what I want most of all,

and I'm not asking for much.

is just some of your words

so please keep in touch.