Story.

This isn't a new story,
They've heard it all before.
But it's a first for me,
To my screwed up world.

Nights crawling up in fear,
Letting the alcohol drown the sorrows deep.
Waking to the morning to find,
All I wish I never did.

Head spinning with a rush of emotion,
A confused sense of time, of fate.
Unaware to the real danger,
It all seems like normal now.

Mind torn apart, stuck to the past,
And continuing to make believe.
Over and over again she tells them why,
Yet, none of them will ever understand.

Tears pound down my white porcelain face,
Attempting to sourve the reason behind this.
Ugly, weak, a complete loser,
To them, the whole story is pathetic.

Starving to make things all rigth again,
Squeezing to fit back into that picture.
Sleep deprived and arms still stinging,
When's it all going to stop?