Whiskey and my cigarettes
The mushrooms too
Drinking myself stupid again
Booked another fucked up night
It feels okay not to fight
I feel so numb, feel so dumb
Deaf and blind to the world
Depression comes through
Pills and the brews
Nothing seems to suffice
What a strange world I live in
It seems so alien
Renewed to the light again
Brought back to darkness
Just take it all from me
Just take it all away
Tools on the table
In the tattered shed
Leaving me here to stay
Left with me
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Clean up after a party is hell. A most interesting poem
My window is very small
A sense of darkness and deepening depression in this write, withdrawing into themselves in order to survive every day, nicely expressed and written
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