(Afternoon)
I sit alone in my bathtub again
Trying to pretend I was okay
But I was far from okay
Tear stained cheeks
Blood shot eyes
I could of denied
But I was woozy on half a bottle of
Jack Daniels
The bottle in my hand
Eyes sway to the clock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
It was finally in the A.M.
Welcome to the afternoon
Shortly my vision swoons
Alone in the afternoon
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Drink Bleach
PoesieDrink Bleach sounds yummy right. Just open up that blue cap of clorax and be like ohh ya this is the stuff. Take a couple shots and get high on the fumes. Oh but this book isn't about drinking bleach at all. Here it is about todays society and how...
