He hates life so much more
now that's he's running out of liquor.
And he can't get over it.
He feels like he's in a nightmare
that he'll never wake up from.
"Oh god, why must I breathe in a world full of toxic?".
- sober
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".
