Hi pretty people. Schmoop here with something completely different…
Drowning in a river of tears that never get shed.
Sleeping away the anxiety and the sorrow, instead of facing it.
Covering my head to block out the real world.
I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to hear it.
Drinking to stop the pain and the voices, for awhile.
Doesn’t always work, but...it will suffice.
Stuck in the middle, seeing no path out, walking on eggshells.
Taking whatever is given. Even when it’s nothing.
It’s what I know.
Maybe I want too much, or perhaps..? I ask too little.
What’s that you say, voice in my head? Do I want another beer?
Why yes, yes I do.
I’ll bring back the funny next week, and until then…