You've Left Me Branded.

My personal bottle hiding deep within.
Next to my confessions harbor my problems.
A whisper in the wind.
A knock on the glass.
Don’t tell
I’m self destructive at heart.
It’s better this way
A ticking time bomb
Waiting to explode
An hourglass half empty
I’ve reached insanity
The mirror mocks me
I can’t seem to breathe
I’m chocking on words.
Your words.
The ones you left me with.
“It’s not what you think, Savanna!”
But it was you who chose the green over me.
So I slam the door shut.
My tears still burn my cheeks.
That night branded into my memory.