Pushing my fingers down my throat
just hoping that it all comes out.
I can't seem to think straight anymore,
My life is just a blur;
I really can't even dream about
all the things I care about.
My dreams are full of vomit and shit,
and I can only wish that someday I will
get these images out of my head.
I really can't think straight anymore,
my whole life is just a blur.
And I would like to smoke all this pain away,
but I'm out of cigarettes today.
I don't know when the next pack will come,
so I'll just sit and write this poem,
and hope that it keeps me from eating more,
because I can't deal with more throw up on the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Can't you see that I'm trying?
PoetrySo, this is where I'm going to dump all my poems. Feedback is greatly appreciated, even if it's tremendously negative ^.^ I would do dedications to everybody who follows me, but I think that it would be awkward if you were dedicated to a particularl...
