A Way To Rlease
Would it sting,
If my forced tear landed in this fresh wound?
Would my throat clog,
From the enjambment of one dozen blue pills?
Would it hurt,
If I never hurt again?
Am I a coward?
A loser?
A liar?
A dreamer?
Am I lost?
Depressed?
Obsessed?
I confess
I could be a coward
And I may be lost
But with my freshly cut wound
And these petite little pills
I am merged by the desire of relief
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