Empty
Magan S. Edinger
I drink to forget the pain.
I drink to stop the questions.
I drink to fill the emptiness.
I do not understand
why you do not touch me
as if I was a disease
it makes me feel small and dirty
I do not understand why
others make
me feel better
about myself then you
I am starved for attention
as if I was a lost puppy
craving human touch
I get angry because I am hurt
and I do not understand
I drink more and just hurt myself more
I put my trust where it does not belong
I lay where I should not lay
Now I sit next to a stranger on the couch
a stranger I have lived with for 5 years
who I know no better now then I did 5 years ago
I am exhausted
I am a shell of myself
I am hurt
I am confused
I am angry
I am lonely
I am empty
