But eventually,
it's not enough.
So you trade in
Your bottle of pills,
Your cough syrup,
Your drugs,
Your weed,
Your razor.
For something more
permanent.
- I wanna be fake
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
