million thoughts and they all want me dead
could barley ever get out of bed
tell you im fine
but how if i sit here
and sip on whine
sniffing these white lines
nicotine, lean
"damn", "oh fuck me"
words and phrases i say when i see me
whats a waste of achievement
i say things, and i never even mean
these fucking drugs got me lashing out and being mean
look in the mirror and it's not me i'm seeing
a monster an addict is what i'm becoming?
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2024 15:07
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Comments2
Powerful work.
thank you!
IM NOT ON DRUGS NICOTINE I DONT DRINK WHINE I JUST MADE THIS FOR EDUCATIONAL AND LIFE ALTERING REASONS
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