October 21, 2015
The thoughts break my skull when I lay down
Like too many pennies in a change bank
They roll around in my head waiting for the day I fall off my bed
My car runs faster on empty
I'm ashamed? I'm ashamed.
You talk about your pride in me and I hide my relapses behind my teeth
The duct tape covered flies make me resentful, and I apologize for the heaviness
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Circles
PoetryTales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.
