Let the pills kill whatever ache they find,
Swim it all down with vodka.
I dream and I soar,
I’m floating above.
A few precious moments of bliss. 
Pain as my weight,
Pain as my anchor
A whirlpool of shame sucks me under.
Sinking into the sheets 
So warm 
And soft,
I am so tired.
Melting away into nothing,
But a pile of blankets-
Bloodstained and wrinkled.




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