Drunk dreams keep fucking with me
No longer holding on to sobriety
Can't decipher what's real and what's not
Goddamn bring me back to reality
Mouth always craving a drink to sway this heart breaking pain numbing me
Bottles surround me
swallowing me whole
Drowning me in these dark dreams
I don't even know what they mean
My body is screaming for me to wake up and see what's in front of me
But life is so unclear
and being sober hurts
being awake aches
My eyes drown in tears
filling me full of fear
Drunken dreams
Keeping me from thinking clear
About the Creator
Abigail Rutherford
Through a dark time in my life I was barley hanging on by a thread, I had no escape from the dark thoughts that lingered in my head till a friend once said why don't you write and maybe you will just find a way to deal with all the darkness
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