The taste of alcohol and cigarettes <br />still spitefully on my breath, <br />I catch myself whispering to no one. <br />My heart blurs what I cannot even see. <br />The pain is insufferable, <br />a knife across eager veins. <br />My soul yearning for what it never fully possessed. <br />All alone I am falling. <br />Faster, harder, <br />relentlessly. <br />Falling to pieces.<br /><br />Chrissy Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-21/
