fill up your sight
and your periphery.
The cloud of your alcoholism
like a mask disconnecting
you from reality.
Your cries for help go unheard,
you only keep people around
who've stopped listening.
Maybe, you drink so much to
replenish the drought your eyes
have undergone for years without crying.
Depression and trauma work together
to be so disorienting
and so blinding.
And I can only hope
that one day you'll be
able to see clearly.
And that maybe, just maybe,
one day, you'll be able to see
who've stopped listening.
Maybe, you drink so much to
replenish the drought your eyes
have undergone for years without crying.
Depression and trauma work together
to be so disorienting
and so blinding.
And I can only hope
that one day you'll be
able to see clearly.
And that maybe, just maybe,
one day, you'll be able to see
that people who just want to love you do exist,
like me.
-Liz
-Liz
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