we drink alcohol that tastes like misery
smoke cigarettes that sting in our throats
and pop pills like they're candy
all just to forget for a little while,
we're dying slowly,
fucking our lives up little by little
and losing everybody who cares.
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Şiira collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
