Scars and Stories { poetry }

broken summers

— broken summers

i would be lying
if i said i didn't dream
of a life without me
hanging off your shoulder.

how much would you smile
if you didn't deal with my burden
of broken thoughts
and reoccurring scars.

mother asked if i was alright
couldn't help but let it out
it's been too long
since anyone loved me.

father said he was worried
and maybe he should be
if i spend every night
crying myself to sleep.

it's been a while
since any of my friends
asked if it's alright
even when i sit alone in the corner.

missing the whiskey
warming in the palm of my hand.
missing the taste
as it burns down my throat.

been too long
since i drank away
all these broken thoughts
and took my mind off the pain.

bruises on my arm
long sleeves in the summer
to hide my emotions
and hide my flaws.

you are my everything
yet i've fallen too far to be saved
and no ones noticed
that i'm slowly dying again.