Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My rib cage feels
Like it's caving in
On itself.
I've taken too many
Pills.
I can't keep lying.
They will figure it out.
Then I'll be fucked.
I'll be disowned.
Thrown out.
I don't want to live
On the streets again.
I never wanna go through
That again.
But I'll just take
More pills and
Everything thing will be
Okay.
Deep breaths.
One.
Two.
Three.
"Oh! Hello!"
Break down.
m.r
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Poetry1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
