The armour

The armour of alchohol
No longer protects me
Shards of hurt
Entering my viens

I use bad behaviour
Rebellion as underarmour
All they do
It lodge deep in my heart

The earplugs i down
Trying desperately to fill my soul
Taste like vomit
I spit them out

The sun no longer shines
It is angry at me
I look for it in despair
I am lost

I think to not feel
I laugh to not cry
I anger to not submit
I fight, to not win!