Stealing to survive,
Vodka, cigarettes,
Smoke rising in my room.
Shot glasses on the floor.
Headaches that never end,
Feeling like I'm going mental,
Breaking the bank
For one last good time.
Stay up all night to see the stars,
Singing like there's no one there,
Raging, crying over people
Who will never cry over you.
It's a rollercoaster,
The taste of smoke,
The burn of alcohol,
Dazed eyes, empty wallets.
But I do it every time
Because life is never better than those nights.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PuisiA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
