Getting drunk all night to forget that you even exist but that don't work cause I wake up and all the pain and memories they all..they all just flud back
Then I lie in bed looking at our pictures and crying until someone offers a really great option... weed
Getting high that.. that made it worse...
Coming home and alone with more thoughts of us, not being able to sleep no one knowing whats wrong, frequent panic attacks had my mom worried
My mom got me pills to sleep and to relax but she hid them after finding me passed out not breathing with the bottles half empty, now she and everyone else I'm crazy and suicidal... life is pretty fucked
Thanks.
Signed,
Onnie
*Poem by Xeno
