I wrote this on 26th June, 2010. I can't believe I don't drink anymore
It's Mental Health Month, the 'MAYbe it would get better' month. Corny huh? Anyway, I went searching for my archives. I was encouraged to write everything in my head back then while dealing with Depression. I probably won't write like this now though. I always loved ellipsis but never got got it right...lol
The Crazy Shoes of of a...Drunk Gal
Sometimes, I wanna jump up
and down my bed with my dress flapping around me and not minding if people are in
the room or if am as naked as daylight....
Sometimes I just want to sit,
chuck in my thumb in my mouth and suck away like I have no cares in the
world....
Sometimes, I just wanna be
catered for, boss everyone around and scream when I don’t get what I want, cry
so I can be consoled....
Sometimes, I just wanna play
in the mud, on the sand...kick balls around with the boys and not caring if my
outfit looks nice nor if my make-up will be ruined
I wanna wake up one day and
not think of how to survive and just let the day play out...
I want to wake up one day to
a world that thinks biscuits and chocolates are worth more than money.
I wanna wake up to a day
where I'll still believe my dad and mum don’t poo!
I still wanna think lies make
you grow a long nose....
Sometimes, I wanna be
cradled....
Sometimes, I wanna wake up
thinking Milo's the greatest of God's creations
Am still grateful that I get
a chance to do all these...........of course when a gal's drunk, not only the
thinking cap is on but them crazy shoes are worn
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