The emptier I feel
The more I crave it.
Numb me,
Because I don't want to KNOW this pain.
I left it behind,
Many months ago.
And suddenly I find myself yearning for this
DRUG.
It is a feeling I once knew.
I've been perched on this counter,
SEARCHING
For someone,
Anyone who cares.
And more importantly, someone who could join.
That's the trouble with living behind these shaded walls.
Please,
Is there NOTHING on this earth that can help?
I have five days until my hope is gone,
Three to find a source.
Which is easier?
I am UNSURE.
All I do know, is I'm SICK of
Suffering.
I've started a new writing style and I don't know how I feel about. Here is one that I feel is decent..
