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You take another sip of alchohol.
Your eyes are bloodshot,
Your hands are fumbling,
Your tounge is getting loose.
In a minute you'll let me know
just how much you hate me.
I walk away,
Enter the bathroom,
Slam the door behind me.
Then I pull out my knife
and begin to slice away my sanity.
Your eyes are bloodshot,
Your hands are fumbling,
Your tounge is getting loose.
In a minute you'll let me know
just how much you hate me.
I walk away,
Enter the bathroom,
Slam the door behind me.
Then I pull out my knife
and begin to slice away my sanity.
Origanally written: 4/14/11
No-one in my family drinks, I just thought mixing achohol/drukeness in a poem would be a little different, for me anyway.
Please like my Facebook page called "Tell Me Why You Cry". Sorry no link.
No-one in my family drinks, I just thought mixing achohol/drukeness in a poem would be a little different, for me anyway.
Please like my Facebook page called "Tell Me Why You Cry". Sorry no link.
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