Tw
Smoking, Alcohol
Sometimes
At the end of the day
I want to go home and just get
Wrecked
Feel the alcohol
Burn down my throat
Inhale the toxic cloud of blackness
From the joint I made
My fingers wrapping the paper tightly around the tea
Feeling the gossip of the world twirl above me
Question
Why life
Why me
Why anything
Really
Maybe if I drink it away fast enough
Or
Burn the air out of my lungs
Then I could
Maybe
Go to sleep and never
Wake up
-C. M Hinton
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Clipped wings grow back
PoetryIMPORTANT INFORMATION: I am in no way shape or form trying to glorify or romanticize any of these topics. I am only trying to share my thoughts throughout poetry during my healing process. Hi everyone!!! This is my first book on here and my first re...
