Like the Liquor Bottles On My Shelf

10 - Feeling

the feeling that i know i wronged you.
the feeling of just letting go.
emptying my heart and filling it with hate,
emptying it again and filling it with lust.
burn away the flames, extinguish all the trust.
then back to empty bottles littering my floor.
the door is open, but the feeling of more feelings
keeps surrounding me indoors.
it was easier to fill my cup and choose to drown away,
but now they tell me it's a blessing just to see another day.
it's the feeling of disgust i taste,
i feel their words are just clichés.
i've played the game the way they want,
but a rebel i remain.
a grain of salt in open wounds, most times
i feel like going back to when i felt no
feelings in my veins.