smoke cigarettes
cancer in the chest
like cardiac arrest
i know im the best
but she tell me im like the rest
she picks my heart up
and then brings it down like some kinda pest
she changed my life
closed my life like a book,
but she be makin moves like a rook
showin her that i love her
but i get nothin in retur-urn
if i find my way to the bottom of this bottle
she's in head, please don't get me started
shes off my mind always
but the whiskey brings it back anyways
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
