My 1 A.M., guilted, and pained thank you.
You showed me what I could survive.
The amount of scars and bruises I could endure.
The fictional(and nonfictional)slaps that made
who I am today.
You showed me that through alcoholism,
Some people can’t make it.
You taught me that if you lie enough,
It eventually becomes truth.
And that truth is worth waiting for.
For without you
I wouldn’t be here
With these scars
That cover every part of my being
For being my inspiration,
The thorn stuck on my thumb, from the beautiful rose that will forever be stuck in my memory.
Thank you, from my 1 A.M. Guitled and pained self.