You're not all on my mind,
My girl, you're just my side.
Or maybe you're not at all,
Because last night you didn't cry.
When you were by my side,
I couldn't stop drinking,
I wanted to escape,
I wanted to fly.
Conflicted,
I can't stop thinking.
Am I just selfish,
Or am do I feel sad.
Am I empty,
Or am I just alone.
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Dysphoria
PoetryPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
