IT'S YOU & THE SAD PART IS IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU.
HARD TO SWALLOW, AVOIDING MEALS AND SEEING YOU AROUND.
3AM HIGH OFF OF WEED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET, YOU.
4 AM CAN'T SLEEP IS HE WITH SOMEONE ELSE & DOES HE EVEN CARE; YOU.
TEARS FLOWING DOWN MY CHEEKS BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU SAID VS WHAT YOU SPEAK; YOU.
AGAINST THE WORLD, ALL ALONE, NEEDING SOMEBODY; YOU.
FELL FOR IT, HAD HOPE, FUCKED OVER, LIED TO & USED AGAIN, YOU.
DRUNK, BROKEN BOTTLES LITTERING THE FLOOR, VISIONS HAZY; YOU.
STRING ME ALONG, HALF ALIVE, A PUPPET; YOU.
YOU, JUST; you.
YOU ARE READING
Living Life
PoetryIt's just odd because I grew up thinking that people waited until they were 21 to drink. Couples waited until marriage to have sex and people didn't do drugs. I thought you would always end up marrying your soulmate. Your friends would always be you...
