the end for me

[dope_sick_girl]

the bottle is gone, and so are my capabilities of confidence and self-worth. unwanted where ever i go. not looking for a hand out, just a leg up. don't ask for anything for free, sure as fuck don't expect anything from anyone. just one more line to dull the pain and agony i feel. my heart, shattered, torn, demolished. cannot feel anything though, when i am this fuct up. just one more drink to calm me down. heart racing, mouth dry, alert on all fronts. snort one more. it doesn't hurt. i mean, i want to die right? overdose is the was to go for me. fuct up beyond all repair. i need help, but i don't want it. fuck it. someday my pain will end. and it lies somewhere in a baggy---the end for me.

 

[skjalff]

This feels very organic and un-engineered. Your short "flow" pieces each paint some emotional and circumstancial state, complete set and setting.. again, this writing is rhythmical enough to break it down into shorter lines - it'll be so much easier to follow!!



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