Held me.

If you held me last night. You would smell disappointment. You'd smell the salt on my cheeks from tears. The wet shoes from the beach house I was house sitting alone last night. Where I wanted to  jump from the porch and drown.  The mascara runs. Smoke in my hair and burns on finger tips  from the cigars I smoked. The smell of faint puke and cinnamon alcohol on my breath. You'd see the mess I've became. A disappointment in the eyes of the making since the beginning to the ending. Grease hair from stress. Bruises on knuckles from walls winning battles I thought I could win. No life in my eyes. Weight being lost. If you ask me if I'm ok. I'll say I don't know what your talking about. I'll say "I'm fine"-Terraburnettt