Stop caring about everyone
Apathy flowing like a dead river
Strung out, burned out
Trade the drugs for another silver
I miss my mother
All my friends left me
I was and always will hate them
Zoned out, blown out
Let these trees stand still
I hate my father
I don't want to grow up
I'm going to die in a fucking hole
Overdose, overdose
Dying from the drugs I stole
I hate my god
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2017 11:42
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Very strong and raw writing, 2AM!
It does not pull punches, but goes straight for the jugular.
I do hope it is not biographical. If it is, you need to get out of that vicious cycle. I know, easier said than done, but absolutely necessary!
Not biographical, but it isn't far from other people that I know. Thank you by the way !
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