It is said
That any addiction can kill
But why is it so hard?
Cutting never did a thing for me
It never brought me close
Popping pills never worked
They only teased my mind
Too much vodka landed me in a hospital bed
Oh well, I'm not dead yet
Nothing's come from cigarettes
Or smoking too much weed
Being killed
Or killing yourself
Is harder than it seems.
Author notes
Lol.
Uhm yeahh. Pfft. I like to insult myself, sooo, this probably sucks
(I know it says that on all my author's notes) Let me know what you think though =/
Comment if you would.
Comments
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Perhaps you'd feel much better not insulting yourself. This puts into words exactly how you feel, and it's being completely honest with yourself as well as others. What's better than that? You rule, Sweetie!!!! Love, Momma
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I like the idea of working against yourself... alot of raw but good stuff here.
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This is a great poem! I feel you!!! Nice work!
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