Can’t Sleep…

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It was nights like this when I’d write. Bloodshot eyes, whiskey on my breath, and a joint in the hand to help me relax. I’m also typing this with my right hand. A few mistakes but well worth the few puffs I get in before the fire dies out. It’s 3:51 in the mornin’. I miss him like the heavens miss a fallen angel. You feel bad for it up until a certain point. The cats are fed and the dog is filled with poo. Can’t sleep, what am I to do? I made a mistake and prepared for the best, but in my own interest. This joint is working its voodoo. I’m tired now. Goodnight. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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Why I Oughta!!

….slap the s*** out of you.

People will push you, if you let them.

Disregard you, with intention.

Get upset at you, if you address them.

Then question what went wrong when it was them all along…..

Pardon My Excuses

Pardon my excuses, results of damage, post abuses.

I spent my last dime chasing that fast high.

 My conscience, a goody two shoes.
 
Constant battle, bad temper, short fuse.
 
There’s more than what meets the eye.
 
Years of issue wrapped up nice.
 
Closed eyes grant instant escape.
 
Temporary fix, short getaway.

“Girl I’m Your Friend….”

The truth hurts. Let’s be real for a second. No one ever wants to hurt their friend’s feelings by telling them something they may or may not want to hear. But in reality if my friend is going to save me from doing something embarrassing or looking like an idiot I want her to tell me the ugly truth and not stroke my ego with what I want to hear. Isn’t that what a friend is anyway? I just want people in my circle who are rooting for me and not secretly plotting against me behind my back. Tell me your comments or give me some feedback if you feel the same way.

Frustration

Where do you start?

The urge to move forward but the fear of where to go.

The frustration begins and slowly takes its toll.

Eating you alive from the inside you panic.

Wondering how to contain this endless manic.