drink.
chase.
drink.
chase.
who cares if it's Wednesday?
legs feel heavy and that fucking pit in my stomach finally fills itself in.
who cares if it's temporary?
drink.
chase
drin k
ch a se
dri
nk
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoetryA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx
