Fuck Life tatted on my thigh. Depression gets me high. Less faith on my knee. Drowning in self apathy. Suicidal ideations. Living life in isolation. Repressing my emotions. Segregated and alone. Mex calling my phone. Everyone can fuck off. Choking on that black tar cough.
I contemplate suicide. Edge of do or die. Overdosing and blacking out. Being crushed by self doubt. Spike a vein to numb the pain. Shooting up liquid masturbation. More suicidal contemplation. Nod out and hit my head. Bleed out, hairs red. Feeling all sorts of dead. Drug obsessed and depressed.
I'm trying to do my best. Black hole in my chest. Slowly eating at my soul. Couple fingers up her skirt, just trying to feel whole. Drug through the dirt. Grip around my throat, I'm sinking like a boat. Holding my head under water. Nothing will emulate being six years old in the arms of my father.
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Angel (Hates) Loves A Sinner.❣️ (The Overdose Chronicles) (Complete.)
PoetryBad poems. They aren't shitty poems, the content in the poems are bad. 18+ graphic content. You should get help if you're struggling with mental health and/or drug addiction. It does get better. All poems are real and based on my actual life. Things...