7am
Red flag
Jet lag
I didn’t mean to get mad
But that drink in your hand
It’s one thing I can’t stand
Won’t take your hand
East bound
Tumbling down
Don’t want to wear this frown but sitting here’s got me feeling as tho I might drown
Why here
Held dear
Just want to disappear
Cant speak
I’m to weak
Not again
It’s now ten
Landed
Feeling stranded
Inside my head I’m seeing red
Choking on the words I should have said
Your life
My strife
Cuts like a knife
Ill thoughts
As your liver rots
Tell me was it worth the cost?
Copyright © Amber Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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