I take one shot
Instant relief
Already some weight has been lifted
My head gets lighter immediately
So I take another
The second shot
Tastes so good
Glides down my throat easily
Feels like an old friend hugging me
Third shot
Burns
Goes down wrong
I need another so right the wrong
Fourth shot
It's almost gone
I could only take so much without it being noticeable
I sing and my voice sounds like someone else's
Fifth shot
I'm dizzy
I want more
The relief is something I lust for
Something I need
Time for more
Who knows when it will end
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Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
