Mentally Drunk

July 26, 2013 – 11:32 am

I go to the bar and I see the same people all the time. I think, they don’t see me every day, but every time I’m in this bar, I see them. They’re dedicated. Each face has its own story. Each face looks at me and laughs. “You’ll get here soon. You’re just in training. You still have hope. You’re still a slave to the fantasy. You’ll be here soon.”

They’ve let go. They’ve faced the reality and they give up. I’m still thinking there is something out there for me. I’m still thinking they’re someone out there who will really understand me. I’m still thinking there’s a beautiful girl with her head straight and with a heart big enough to take my abuse because they know that I don’t mean it and they know my anger comes from something bigger and she’s going to stop me in my rage and hold my hand and look me in the eyes and tell me…it’s ok…I’m here…you don’t have to be afraid any more…I’m not going to leave…I love you.

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