Whiskey and False Hope
My mind is racing, the world around me is spinning.
Time is slowly passing by.
I think I am in that place again, I tell myself but I'm not really sure where that is.
It's been four months since I last felt your lips against mine.
I started smoking cigarettes again but I can't burn the taste of your lips.
It wreaks like whiskey and false hope.
It's like i'm drowning but I just won't die.
It's been four months but i'm back where I started.
I'm staring at these blank walls around me
It's like they Are crashing upon me yet I don't want to move.
Everyone around me is living while i'm losing grip of reality, As I fall to the ground.
I wake up 6 hours later. I guess I need to take more next time.
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Copyright © Catherine Oconnor | Year Posted 2016
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