my lack of sleep,
needs something deep,
a numbing pain,
alcohol filling my lungs like sweet rain.
be my nicotine,
my escape.
be my everything.
be my fucking cure.
be mine
YOU ARE READING
pieces of a heartbreak
De Todotales of a broken hearted girl, with no turning points.
five;drunk
my lack of sleep,
needs something deep,
a numbing pain,
alcohol filling my lungs like sweet rain.
be my nicotine,
my escape.
be my everything.
be my fucking cure.
be mine
