like a nosebleed
i usually show up at the worst time.
my guts are spilling on the floor
and i’m wiping the walls with the back of my shirt.
i’ve got prescription paper on the brain
and my back slumped against the wall of an alleyway downtown.
addiction has never been more ****
than a freshly 19-year-old girl with her finger down her throat.
if you could understand how this feels you’d take them too.
you would take them, too.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 9:37 PM UTC
like a nosebleed
i usually show up at the worst time.
my guts are spilling on the floor
and i’m wiping the walls with the back of my shirt.
i’ve got prescription paper on the brain
and my back slumped against the wall of an alleyway downtown.
addiction has never been more ****
than a freshly 19-year-old girl with her finger down her throat.
if you could understand how this feels you’d take them too.
you would take them, too.
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