Liar
And through all this heartache, I still manage to look ahead. My head lowered, I no longer stare straight ahead, but at an angle. I just cannot seem to raise it any higher for it seems too heavy.
And I wanted so badly to punch the bricks of the fireplace in my living room, but if my mom were to notice more damage to my hands while I remain in a cast, I would be severely punished. She seems edgy on paying for the medical bills, it doesn`t go well.
So now I go to my pharmacy in my kitchen and down half a dozen oxycodone and snort a vallium or two. Or maybe I`ll just sip on the liquer that sits on the counter. Sounds oh so tempting.
But I take one oxycodone for the pain in my broken hand and make myself a tall Hot Apple Pie {Jones Style} [1/3 Aristocrat tangy apple schnapps; 1/3 Burnett sour apple vodka and 1/3 Mohawk cinnamon schnapps]. This depression is killing me but he makes it worse.
I told him I loved him, I told him every time I spoke to him. But dispite all my efforts and love I gave to him, he lied to me.
He told me he loved me. For years now. But I come to find he has another. He claims her to be the love of his life. But he let her go. Why? I will never know. Was it me? Probably not. I`m not worth the time of anyone let alone a hansome, well rounded, smart man.
And dispite everything I`ve sacraficed for him, all the torment he`s put me through and the love that`s gone to waste, I love him still.
now it is time for me to go finish my hot apple pie and drown in sorrows.
-Lift me up, for only you can save me.
And through it all I love you still, Please don`t hurt me again.
Rachel
And I wanted so badly to punch the bricks of the fireplace in my living room, but if my mom were to notice more damage to my hands while I remain in a cast, I would be severely punished. She seems edgy on paying for the medical bills, it doesn`t go well.
So now I go to my pharmacy in my kitchen and down half a dozen oxycodone and snort a vallium or two. Or maybe I`ll just sip on the liquer that sits on the counter. Sounds oh so tempting.
But I take one oxycodone for the pain in my broken hand and make myself a tall Hot Apple Pie {Jones Style} [1/3 Aristocrat tangy apple schnapps; 1/3 Burnett sour apple vodka and 1/3 Mohawk cinnamon schnapps]. This depression is killing me but he makes it worse.
I told him I loved him, I told him every time I spoke to him. But dispite all my efforts and love I gave to him, he lied to me.
He told me he loved me. For years now. But I come to find he has another. He claims her to be the love of his life. But he let her go. Why? I will never know. Was it me? Probably not. I`m not worth the time of anyone let alone a hansome, well rounded, smart man.
And dispite everything I`ve sacraficed for him, all the torment he`s put me through and the love that`s gone to waste, I love him still.
now it is time for me to go finish my hot apple pie and drown in sorrows.
-Lift me up, for only you can save me.
And through it all I love you still, Please don`t hurt me again.
Rachel