To constantly give myself up
To never get anything back in return
The continued loneliness
Heartbreak
Emptiness
Asking questions too late
The damage has already been done
But today I sing a new song
I do not have to continue this cycle
The cycle of being hurt
Feeling unloved
They say how can you be loved or love someone else if you do not love yourself
But I love myself
So why doesn’t anyone love me too? ?
So what happens if I free myself?
Free myself from sex?
Would these guys pay me any attention?
Free myself from alcohol?
Would I be able to relax when I’m nervous?
What if the only time I felt free is when Im f***ing or drinking?
So many questions
Solutions
What if?
What if every time I got hor*y
I ate
I’d be one fat b***h
What if every time I wanted a drink
I drank water instead
Or what if I just wrote?
During the week that’d be a lot of writing
I’m always hor*y
On the weekends….
My sexual hunger is ignored
I’d be too drunk to notice
Or care
About anything, everything, and no one
Decisions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never washed my hands of you. I will always love you! and do believe in eternal life. So we will be together forever.