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.