She's drowning in pain,
Sipping that bottle of champagne.
Scratching at her skin with a blade.
She's a crying girl,
An almost dying girl.
Such a lonely little soul in a big dark world.
She screams at night,
The dirty voices in her mind.
She's screaming, yelling, just fighting inside.
Taking a long ass drag,
Passing the joint till it comes back.
Her fist is so tight around that bottle her knuckles are black.
That poor girl is mad.
Tossing, turning in bed trying to sleep.
Living, breathing the worst bad dream.
Alone in bed,
Trying to stay out of her head.
Praying, wishing begging the angles to take her soul.
She drowned in her pain,
Holding a bottle of champagne.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
