Nicotine Dependence is what they call my mum
she lights her cigarette and I see what I'll become
my nana would call it a sin
I don't believe in no religion
I wish there was no s in front of he
Where's this God when I'm begging on my knees
patterns flow and I interrupt them
a perfect line I'm a fucking anfractuous
kick me out when I was already unwelcomed
a disguise in plain sight
what an embarrassment
slurring words, losing sight
I'm numbing, this feels right
hand me another shot they hit me faster
who was I a couple of hours ago I don't remember
YOU ARE READING
Not Poetry but i wish it was
Költészetthe honesty of myself. No filter. be cautious i'm mostly upset when writing this. Also very baddddd punctuation. SOME OF THESE ARE HARD TO UNDERSTAND BUT IT ALL MAKES SENSE TO ME BABY