I can't write you a letter
Can't give you a medicine
Can't give you a stuffed bear
Can't give you adrenaline
I'm in my own head, never to come see your visits
I'm as good as dead, I'll never open the door
...
You give me a prescription
Give me a whore to numb
Give me a drink to cure
Give me a pill deceive
Not so sure of this, never liked waking up early
I'll skip church today, never liked being up in time
...
Decisions, decisions
I'll let my skin do the talking
Sweating and jester acts
Will you ever let me smoke again?
Will you give me piece of life?
Will you cover my mouth while I sleep?
...
It's all your fault
It's all your fault
It's all your fault
Fuck you.
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About when your doing something you know is destructive, yet you just keep doing it with no sense of stopping. You just keep doing what you're doing, even when your good conscience tells you to stop
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Comments1
In some ways, personally relatable so enjoyed reading! Very emotive and an amazing write! Talented!
Thank ya 🙂 glad you enjoyed it
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