Sunday, November 4, 2012


This sinking feeling in my stomach
Like in a pool being drained
Being pushed downwards, shit out of luck
Wondering if this happiness is real or feigned

Stuck at the bottom
Acting solid, but totally hollow
I don't know why I once sought 'em
Girls just go in and out of 'relationships', the douchebags and abusers they follow

Should I drink away my pain?
Should I avoid everyone I know and be on my own?
Should I stop taking my medicine and show everyone that I'm actually insane?
Because 40 dollar copays make up this tattered facade that has been stitched and sewn

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