dinner for one
i've got the perfect little recipe,
best served in solitare company,
start with a broken heart and scattered dreams,
and a self destructing personality,
add wishful thoughts that keep accumulating,
but please don't add any self-esteem,
sprinkle loneliness self-doubt self pity,
stir in bad luck and poor timing,
blend with a fucked up family,
melt in blind friends who would not see,
cover with guilt and haunting memories,
a dash of hope to keep us guessing,
soak with alcohol until the surrounding,
air smells like your fucked life where nobody,
cared to look and see what was happening,
until it's too late and your all thinking,
what could i have done differently?
posted by fillshe @ 1:13 PM
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