The empty bottles of poison
Sit on the bedside cabinet,
As a reminder why your head is sore
And you feel the closing in of doom.
You can't shake it and get out of bed,
Same old you.
You seem to have had your spark stolen,
Or maybe lost it when you were drunk.
Blocked nose and fuk all in the bank.
Another month of just getting by.
Nothing to look forward to,
Just getting by.
But you still have something that wants to trt
Do it for the dog,
Give him more then a average life.
But in equal measures that hurts to.
He deserves more,
Isn't there something you can do?
Someone to talk to?
Does anyone care?
Texting through the night,
Is anyone there?
You only live once so pay the price.
Be honest, or pay the price.
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