Live life by the bottle
Let it lead you to hell
You can drink if you need a model
But you have to become a shell
I've been drinking like I'm a prince about to be king
Sneaking bottle after bottle without (quite yet) regret
Take swig after swig with grim
Trying so desperately to forget
The regret comes later
When the only thing I've forgotten is who I am
I've started to become the manipulator
And that's never been my jam
The only thing I can say
Is I'm broke without pay
And now I talk with a sway
I'm telling you, I'm not the alcoholic you see today
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Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
