first, you gotta stop writing for a few years.
a good dance with Depression
never Hurt anyone.
during this time you're
getting four hours of sleep,
only to sleep till six.
living in squalor,
**** both
literal and otherwise.
trying to get your ulcers
fixed
while drinking yourself to death.
you won't be able to hold a job down
but you'll tell her
and Yourself
that you're trying your best.
so you'll sell ****
to make ends meet.
and you'll take the pills
that they give you because
Doctors say it stops suicide.
and so with whatever Narcissism
you can muster you
Hang On.
using people and drugs and
yourself. wringing it all Dry
like a spent rag.
you lie and tell her you love her
as you blow your load
into your whale of a girlfriend
because that's all you think
you Deserve.
maybe it was ?
but now you're moving
to a new city
maybe a new you.
you know it's not to run away
from yourself
this time.
maybe it's to make Something.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
first, you gotta stop writing for a few years.
a good dance with Depression
never Hurt anyone.
during this time you're
getting four hours of sleep,
only to sleep till six.
living in squalor,
**** both
literal and otherwise.
trying to get your ulcers
fixed
while drinking yourself to death.
you won't be able to hold a job down
but you'll tell her
and Yourself
that you're trying your best.
so you'll sell ****
to make ends meet.
and you'll take the pills
that they give you because
Doctors say it stops suicide.
and so with whatever Narcissism
you can muster you
Hang On.
using people and drugs and
yourself. wringing it all Dry
like a spent rag.
you lie and tell her you love her
as you blow your load
into your whale of a girlfriend
because that's all you think
you Deserve.
maybe it was ?
but now you're moving
to a new city
maybe a new you.
you know it's not to run away
from yourself
this time.
maybe it's to make Something.
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