I want to drink and smoke my problems away. My dresses too tight but it's all lace.
I want to scram and shout, that I'm worth it or maybe I'm not.
You see when I was young I always had a dream, I would be the one standing on top because I was king.
Now I'm alone lost and broken I'm starting to wonder if I'll always feel this way.
I am tired of feeling all alone, I'm tired of the tears and the heartache.
It's the times late at night where I want to smoke and drink.
Let this drug numb my pain.
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Letters To No One
PoetryThe letters I sent to no one spoke of my pain and anxiety. These letters no one has read spoke of the misery and fear place insise me. my heart where no one could see, my scars are at the aftermath of the wars i win. The letters ive sent to no one l...
