It's easy really, drowning in the murky depths.
Memories of pain and loss welling up, until my head is no longer above water.
The smell of alcohol flooding my nose.
The noise of an explosive fight in the next room.
The sight of her getting in another mans truck,
The sight of her getting in another mans truck, while her husband and kids stand in the doorway.
The weight of a hand that's meant to be reassuring,
The weight of a hand that's meant to be reassuring, but I have no idea to who it belongs.
All these past memories confused the little kid that I used to be.
But to my now older mind I can see what could've been if things were different.
If I was different.
No pressure, no diamonds. -AnimeVampire05