laying in bed
its 4:38 AM and my thoughts are more painful
then this hangover
while you’re the only thing thats on my mind
i admit to myself
"things can’t get worse"
because i’m 9 yards into intoxication
and I can still spell your name
and I admit to myself
"not even my own sobriety can save me now"
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dark thoughts - discontinued
PoetryCompilation of dark poems. - Trigger Warning. Highest Rankings: Poetry #24 Short Story #44 (7·07·14)