Sometimes it's hard to explain myself
I become tongue tied and frustrated
It is not because I am scared of being rejected.
I've learned to move on from that
Telling myself that it's nothing, something I'll look back on and laugh about
I yearn to write but whenever I sit down to do so
Something happens to keep me from doing it.
I stood at the edge staring into the lake
Cold but freaking amazing
Watching the waves splash onto the concrete
The moon shining so brightly
It made me feel at peace....
I had a lot to say...
But then the words start evaporating.
I come up blank.
It never mattered before
I knew I wasn't right.
Not the pretty kind of wrong...
So I clung to my words, hoping to find some type of peace
But I stopped.
Now I only find hate...
Telling myself that I can do it.
The Dissappearing Act.
That's what I call it.
I want to drink myself silly.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
But all that comes out is a squeak
Maybe I'll drink myself silly....
And scream into the night
With my little squeaks....
Oh darn it.