all i can do is hit
until it hurts.
until it doesnt hurt.
until i cant feel my hands.
until i cant feel my soul.
all i can do is taste the sweet
until i dont know pretty from ugly.
until i decide that its time to leave the club.
until i realise that its time for me to forget about it all.
until its time for me to forget her.
until its time for me to throw up the night up into a trash can.
until its time to resort to the old metal post clanging against my knuckles or the other way around.
i havent let out anger like this in a long time but i have to stop punching and drinking
until the bruises go away and high leaves my head.
