{"sf1_id":1040545,"sf2_id":"ve3WqWZe","title":"Untitled (1)","author":"MorsFalce","words":125,"posted_at":"2016-07-05T12:23:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1040545-untitled-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3WqWZe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0e/4b/0e4b51a7-8186-4515-9f78-e835c3a63140","description":"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.","content":"This withered and frail skin is finally cracking\n\nall the while I hate myself for all I'm lacking\n\nWhen will I see that I let this happen to me\n\nWhen will I see that the drugs aren't going to set me free?\n\nThese cuts of passion are only scars of what was\n\nAll the hangovers are just evidence of desperation to catch a buzz\n\nMy inner demons constantly egging me with their taunts\n\nHow do I rid myself of their never-ending haunts?\n\nSome days it seems that my death is the only way\n\nbut from my family and friends I can not stray\n\nSo here I am forever stuck in the middle of my personal hell,\n\nSearching for an end that only time will tell.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}