I was worried about this
I knew once the tears hit my pillow
It wasn't going to stop
I may be able to put myself together for a few hours
It's always waiting for me when I'm alone
It's endless days of an off and on sprinkle
Nauseating headaches
Unfulfilled need to disappear into the drowning
It's the most pathetic storm you could be witness to
I go months in a drought
Pretending the water has dried up
I can never escape the warnings that always lead to destruction
The way it washes me away is devastating
All you can do is stand and watch as it happens
As you always do
How do you comfort a hurricane as it destroys your life anyways?
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
