Numbness is in my veins
and slowly it travels
to my heart.
The taste of betrayal
ripe like leftover coffee;
bitter
even after you
have brushed your teeth
it's still there.
I am jittery.
Images are traveling
so fast
and my breath
can't keep up.
Even typing these words
is hard.
I would turn to the bottle
but damn
recovery is a bitch
and
the song the lady
is singing
said
it's a long way down.
Who do you turn to,
when trust is gone?
And facing your own demons
leaves you empty, lost
and scared?














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