Destructive Personality
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I wish the ground would swallow me whole
I no longer understand the feeling of
“To have and behold”
I fell back into a trap, of drunken pain
5 tiny slices
Nothing to lose, Nothing to gain.
Though passable as an accident
I've never been more ashamed.
Self destruction,
that's my look of choice.
Second bottle of wine
on a Tuesday
That's when I find my voice.
Painting blue skies
over cherished memories,
So I can’t twist the knife stabbed
in my beating heart.
I don’t know how to be
alone
Never been comfortable with
lonely
Sinking in shallow tides of being apart.
-P.S
About the Creator
Bee Stagg
Hi there! I'm Bee, just a coffee loving, cigarette smoking, sad poetry writing 20 year old Manc.
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