I am sorry

I am sorry if I wake up, and you’re not sober anymore
Sorry if you gave in to get away from the pain
I am sorry if you walked the part you never wanted to take
I am sorry you became so weak
I am sorry music couldn’t help you this time
I am sorry you thought this was the best way
I am sorry you fell in love with feeling numb
I am sorry you enjoy the high
I am sorry I couldn’t save you this time
I am sorry the noise is too much this time
Sorry you had no tears left to cry
I am sorry if you are not sober
I forgive you, you just need to let away

©️2021 Anita Johnson

Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
Proverbs:31:25

Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist

Posted in poetry

Young years

Late night drugs are no good.
It doesn’t ease the pain,
Like it said it would.
Bodies on the floor,
But we crave more.
The higher we get,
The more we regret.
Sleeping with strangers,
Like we don’t care for danger.
Mom I’ll call you later.
What’s the use of goals,
If all we do is make more?
We fall in love,
And we’re left on the floor.
Bottles up just once more.
Our young years.
Our wasted tears.
Make us better or worse each year.

By A.J.