I've never been that girl
Or at least I didn't used to be...
But lately it feels needed
Maybe it's some inner most feeling
That I've been suppressing
I'm really not too sure
Like a therapist once told me
I am a broken woman
Whatever that means
But I'm done opening up to people
Always hoping to catch a glimpse
Of some sort of understanding
Only to ever be left disappointed
Feeling more isolated by the attempt
I know it sounds all woe-is-me
"I'm so alone and misunderstood" *eyeroll*
But in all reality these walls seem a bit smaller everyday
And the people on the outside of them a bit more cruel
The person inside me a bit too uncertain
Some days its just a bit too much to swallow
So two shots of vodka mixed with whatever's in the fridge
Drink till it doesn't taste like shit anymore...
[Reality is easier to swallow with a chaser]
Thank you liquid crutch
For helping me avoid whatever "this" is
This too shall pass, right?
Or I'll explode
What's a healthy coping mechanism anyway
Cheers
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