My mind is blank.
Filled with empty nothingness.
Blank blank blank.
But I don't care.
Because drowning feels better than screaming into the void.
My words kept falling on def ears so now there's no words left.
I'm relying on a krutch.
Or two or three.
Consumed by lust, greed, and gluttony.
Keeping the voices quiet so they can no longer scream.
My nights are sleepless.
I just stare at the wall.
Embracing the silence.
Lounder than the demons that haunt me.
I'm plagued with problems.
And yet I still smile like a good girl should.
Because you can't be bothered with my drama.
So I choke it back and keep it hid.
I'm consumed by the empty nothingness that my life has become.
I let them make decissions for me.
And now I drink away the screaming voices in my head.
On the off chance that I find happiness at the bottom of the bottle.