Its a been a long week
The stress boils up inside of me
As I walk on a road of broken dreams
Reality falls apart at the seems
One,Two,Three, Four, take a drink
Maybe one more and all my worries will shrink
The ground beneath me appears to sink
I hear a small voice in my head, the weakest link
My vision is tainted, painted pink
One, two, three, four, Take a drink
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A Nightmare While Awake
PoetryA set of short Poems that show a progression of a mental state
