bottom of the bottle
I can't keep writing about the things I left behind I spend to much time alone inside my broken mind that feels as though it's no longer mine. mental health problems so I feel my body with toxins to stop my head from talking a nicotine daydream wishing I could go back to 18 to change things. tree like I stand tall but never move. I've been feeling suicidal struggling for my survival never had an idol there was only two examples of a man in my life one was an alcoholic with a suicidal trigger the other left me dismembered and never showed his figure. so yes this pain always lingers
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