A few swigs of beer,
to overcome the fears.
A few pulls from the bottle,
to stop the tears.
A few puffs from the bong,
helps numb the pain,
when things go wrong.
A deep inhale of nicotine,
to mute the screams
deep within me.
A few mushrooms,
to feel everything I’ve just killed,
All at once,
like a massive wave,
crashing into the soul.
Why do I do this?
Beats the shit out of me.
A sober life
just sounds
boring.
-C.H.
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