The alcohol
The weed
The cutting
It's what keeps me going;
It's my only escape.
Because then
While I'm drunk
Or high
Or bleeding,
At least,
If only for a moment,
I don't feel so dead inside.
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Author:
elphaba993 (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2016 00:34
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Comments3
Hugs. Keep trying! Never underestimate yourself.
Wonderful write. Poetry is a good outlet, I find it to be the best. All that other stuff I could never do, and don't see why others should, but whatever works I guess. again great write
Sometimes poetry just isn't enough... Thank you though.
Welcome
This is a sad..but great poem. Very nice job
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