Destructive Personality

I wish the ground would swallow me whole

I no longer understand the feeling of

“To have and behold”

I fell back into a trap, of drunken pain

5 tiny slices

Nothing to lose, Nothing to gain.

Though passable as an accident

I've never been more ashamed.

Self destruction,

that's my look of choice.

Second bottle of wine

on a Tuesday

That's when I find my voice.

Painting blue skies

over cherished memories,

So I can’t twist the knife stabbed

in my beating heart.

I don’t know how to be

alone

Never been comfortable with

lonely

Sinking in shallow tides of being apart.

-P.S