i almost (not quite) feel sorry for you,
the only things you swallow anymore are
lies, alcohol, & your mother's prescriptions.
it's (almost) sad, your cheap thrills.
around&around you go,
circulating the room.
offering yourself in exchange for
a pill here, a pill there.
you're a beautiful (broken) tragedy,
& you just don't realize how
heartbreaking (ohpleasehelpme) you really are.