Shot after shot.
Cigarette after cigarette
High after high.
Forgetting.
Relaxing.
It helps.
But only for so long.
So here I am again.
Shot after shot.
Cigarette after cigarette.
High after high.
I want to feel okay again.
Does it end?
Or will it ever?
YOU ARE READING
Empty Thoughts from an Empty Heart.
PoetryPoems. That's all there is to it. I enjoy writing poems to express the way i'm feeling and i think some people might relate to these sooo
