my struggles

vividvoid14

 

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?

 

  • Author: nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2024 15:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Powerful work.

  • vividvoid14

    IM NOT ON DRUGS NICOTINE I DONT DRINK WHINE I JUST MADE THIS FOR EDUCATIONAL AND LIFE ALTERING REASONS



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