Bottles pt. 1
Bottles broken.
Left behind.
Flooded corners of my mind.
Self-destruction.
Sharing traits.
Bulletproofing our self-hate.
Promises.
And sleepless nights.
Still I fight it all the time.
Tears falling.
Fear and doubt.
All the shame I can't work out.
Words unspoken.
Nevermind.
Desperately I try, I try.
"Happy" now.
I still continue.
Find a different demon to cling to.
Nothing's wrong (so).
Keep my mouth shut.
No reasons here for me to cut.
Months passed.
It's been so long.
For you only, I hold on.
Left behind.
Flooded corners of my mind.
Self-destruction.
Sharing traits.
Bulletproofing our self-hate.
Promises.
And sleepless nights.
Still I fight it all the time.
Tears falling.
Fear and doubt.
All the shame I can't work out.
Words unspoken.
Nevermind.
Desperately I try, I try.
"Happy" now.
I still continue.
Find a different demon to cling to.
Nothing's wrong (so).
Keep my mouth shut.
No reasons here for me to cut.
Months passed.
It's been so long.
For you only, I hold on.
♠ ♠ ♠
This poem is kinda in 2 parts/versions. I guess they both have different themes? You'll have to check out the other one and let me know what you think. =) enjoy, and if it's not too much trouble, please comment? <3