It’s 12 AM.
I now know what it is to walk down an unlit street at midnight and have a gun cocked in your mouth. I know what it is to discover that gun shaking in your own hand.
1:45 AM
I have swallowed more pints of regret than you pump blood through your whole body
2:37AM
I went as far as to hold a bottle in my hand but couldn't bring myself to swallow because your name was stuck in my throat.
3 AM
I wanted to know how to remove the emptiness from myself
4:53 AM
I realized addiction is taking comfort in the thing destroying you and I Don't know when I knew what I know now but I wish I never knew you, I should've never kept you.
6 AM
Now you might think this is a sad poem, NO on the contrary.
I now know what it is to walk down an unlit street at midnight and have a gun cocked in your mouth. I know what it is to discover that gun shaking in your own hand.
1:45 AM
I have swallowed more pints of regret than you pump blood through your whole body
2:37AM
I went as far as to hold a bottle in my hand but couldn't bring myself to swallow because your name was stuck in my throat.
3 AM
I wanted to know how to remove the emptiness from myself
4:53 AM
I realized addiction is taking comfort in the thing destroying you and I Don't know when I knew what I know now but I wish I never knew you, I should've never kept you.
6 AM
Now you might think this is a sad poem, NO on the contrary.