Drunk.

Drunk.

A Poem by Friendly Neighborhood Scum
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I write when I'm sad.

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Heartbreak and Homicide taking pills, cyanide.

Heart ache and cocaine, take a shot to the brain.

Hurt and broken like a bottle in the street.

I get drunk and make stupid decisions.

Writing lines when I'd rather be doing them.

Living in the past that I was never apart of.

I get drunk and make stupid incisions.

© 2017 Friendly Neighborhood Scum


Author's Note

Friendly Neighborhood Scum
Fuck my grammar.

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"Living in the past that I was never apart of."

...I don't know what to say about this line. It brings me down in the best possible way. It's an endless thought. Thank you!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on January 3, 2017
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