Skeletons locked in my closest with all of my dirty laundry. Trying to keep the door closed, but I'm too fucking scrawny. Dying from anxiety neurosis. Liver's rotting in cirrhosis. Drowning in another bottle. I just want to be a modern day aristotle. I'll probably overdose before that. I should of been born an aristocrat. Instead you can find me in the alley that you left me in. Here I am, paper skin, glass bones. Looking down on from upon your throne. I can't keep this door closed any longer. If only I was stronger.
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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...