Tried taking the high road
But I got a flat
Old habits die hard
So I start walking back
My old friend is waiting
Jack in a bottle
Old car headed downhill
And I’m going full throttle
Start to numb the feeling
From my depressive haze
It’s overtaken
By a drunken rage
I’m strung too tight
I need pills to relax
It’s hard being strong
When I only want to relapse
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In My Thoughts
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I use to express the waves of emotions inside of my head.
