Beer cans line the floor
While I stand outside the bathroom door, I cry.
Hurt, beside my bed my fiance lights a ciggarette
To long to regret.
No love nor space just a place to hide.
Stand before your fears before you drink your last beer.
Cloudy vision sets in.
I am sick with guilt as I slip off my night-gown and go in.
Sucking and riding my way to the top, that’s what he wants.
Sick and guilty I shower, hoping for a different tomorrow.
Strong hate builds within, but I can’t give in.
I’ve had too many years built in.
Sick. I’m sick.
My world of lies between my thighs.