Lack of sleep has me writing.
That mixed with jack and coca cola.
Sitting in the chaos of a bar.
Silent.
Writing.
This.
This is what I live for.
And I wonder why
I constantly hold on to people
Longer than I should.
I give too many chances.
I take too much abuse.
But there's this secret,
About me.
I'm addicted to pain.
So I surround myself with
People
Who just ******* destroy me.
And I keep coming back for more..
Like a good little girl.
Keep your mouth shut and ******* obey.
Pray.
Pray
To a higher ******* God than yourself,
For a change.
I pray every day.
Just to breathe.
I feel insane.
Like I said,
Lack of sleep.
I hope I breathe.
Tomorrow..