Title-less and alone. Flightless and on my own. Planting roots for a home. Needle and thread, holes in my arms sown. Heating up a spoon. Won't be leaving my head any time soon. Everyone I've loved is dead. Metaphorically heaving, threw them all up in the porcelain. I'm fucking overdosin again.
Trying to speak. Words only try to leak. Through sealed lips. I won't be sinking anymore ships. not without her goodbye kiss. I'm too needy and my lust is so greedy. So god damn codependent. I hate being alone. Every time I call her phone, only fucking dial tone.
Can't do anything by myself. It kills me theirs no one else. The stress, anxiety, and the crippling depression combined with alcohol abuse. Driving me to the noose, but it's no use. I'm bad at tying knots. Open pit in my chest. I just need some fucking rest.
It hurts the most, knowing how distant everyone will eventually get. Trying to fill this hole. Hopefully before I'm consumed by this lifestyle. Flaws flowing through my veins. Maybe my mitochondria's too blame! Corrupting every cell in my body. Either way this is my new hobby. Getting drunk on shitty beer. Wish you were here.
Praying when I fall it's not that hard. Hope you see me when I paint the concrete.
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DeadMen Cannot Sin (Complete)
PoetryAll the poetry is based on my life, life experiences, things I use to struggle with and things I am currently struggling with. This is a collection of poems about drugs, depression, suicide, and other mental health problems. I am 25 years old and h...
