Empty...

Wiping off my make up..feeling distorted...look in the mirror my face is contorted, feeling a mess I fall on the counter, all drugged up, drowsy from the downer, swallow the pain, soak in the horror.

This is what I hate, this..this is my fate. Everyday, this is the part I anticipate.

Feeling numb and losing consciousness falling into weightlessness, hoping this is endless..
teenagereck777 teenagereck777
18-21, F
2 Responses Feb 21, 2010

thank you for checking it out and giving me feedback :)

NICE!! I love how open this poem is to interpretation. It painted a bunch of different pictures for me.