the alcohol is taking over my thoughts
decreasing them, no doubt
but no form of intoxication lets me choose my thoughts,
i digress
alcohol is not the answer
but the stars are blurry
and god knows why but sometimes i like it that way
but right now my eyes long for focus
alcohol is not the answer,
i digress
- alcohol is too fickle a friend
YOU ARE READING
how to stay
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* really just me finding out how to not want to die; but i can call this a collection of poetry that encompasses the struggle of healing, the setbacks and relentlessness of depression and several other mental illnesses. love always.
