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Because why not? Truth is, I don't really know what to put in here right now asides from the fact that this is a Poem.
This withered and frail skin is finally cracking
all the while I hate myself for all I'm lacking
When will I see that I let this happen to me
When will I see that the drugs aren't going to set me free?
These cuts of passion are only scars of what was
All the hangovers are just evidence of desperation to catch a buzz
My inner demons constantly egging me with their taunts
How do I rid myself of their never-ending haunts?
Some days it seems that my death is the only way
but from my family and friends I can not stray
So here I am forever stuck in the middle of my personal hell,
Searching for an end that only time will tell.