Toxic

The sting of the alcohol at the back of my throat
burns away the memories that have become
the most horrifying tattoo I will ever wear.
Slowly, my nausea creeps back and I know
that it has nothing to do with my choice of drink.
My white knuckle nightmares will not cease
and once again, I’m forced into thinking about
this toxic relationship you’ve created for us.
I wonder what I did to deserve it,
and I want to know why you

R andomly chose to use me to
A chieve your own
P erverted
E ntertainment
D espite my pleas for you to stop hurting

me.

by PrettyOdd
posted on 07/01/2008