The Truth Behind It All Poem by ASENA MARIE SATAN'S SPAWN

There’s nothing to ease this pain.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried,
But nothing can ever make me sane.

The alcohol keeps coming.
The scars keeping adding.
The tears keep falling.
The thoughts keep dulling.

Anything to make it disappear for a moment.
It goes away!
But only for a short moment…

The alcohol calls to me.
The scars wish to be made.
The tears wish to be free.
The thoughts call to fade.

There’s nothing to chase away this feeling.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried,
But my mind continues tearing