Just Another Glass
If I have another glass of wine
Would I forget my name?
Would one more drink
Be enough
To finally forget my pain?
Can the sweet aroma
Carry me away?
Could the smoothness
Of the alcohol
Wash away my shame?
I know I can't forever hide
But just another hour please
To pretend that I am anyone,
Anyone who isn't me
Another hour to feel anything,
Anything except the pain
That threatens to overcome me
I need to start my period. This entry isn't too far off from my feelings of hopelessness today. I need to know if I am hormonal or massively depressed. This isn't my typical for me but in reading through my journal today I realized how much I feel this poem today.
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