hangover
grunge poetry

hangover

the hangover ?
it ‘ ll Kill me .
lid pop / d off .
no idea what the pill be .
you feel me ?
void / d .
use liquor to
fill me .
i ‘ m embarrass / d .
please don ‘ t
looK at me .
this is getting
repetitive .
drinK to much n
swallow anti – depressants .
i put my best intensions in .
then i came bacK out ,
blood drench / d in sin .
the best of him ?
nah , the rest of him .
all he is ?
scars on sKin .
all of his limbs
cover / d in inK .
disguises himself from
who they used to thinK of .
… which is nobody .
why do i waKe up w /
bedsheets that are bloody ?
wrist , Kid cutty .
blood begins flooding .
then i waKe up
still feeling
nothing .

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