Poetry

Pop a pill, 

so you can sleep.

Smoke a blunt,

so you can breathe.

Drink the whole bottle,

til you forget.

Cut your wrists,

til the anger doesn't exist.

Have sex,

so you can feel loved.

Eat,

so you won't feel empty.

 

Everybody needs something to take 

the pain away.

You do it.

I do it.

We all do it.

But poetry is

where all my faults are dismissed,

and all my actions won't be judged.

I can say and write what I feel

without being dissed.

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