Nurse the bottle between your lips
Close your eyes, relish in this
Feeling known as numbness
Sink into the blackness
Crying for help
But you are voiceless.
Fill the void with auburn drinks,
No reason to feel or think.
Reality is another life away,
Praying this feeling is here to stay.
YOU ARE READING
My Therapy Poetry
Poetry(Some poems may be triggering, but I post a trigger warning.) All poems are written by me. Message me for permission of use please.
