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my god damn nerves are killing me.
Contributed by
cherryamber
on
Wednesday, 18th July 2012 @ 03:37:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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in sunny days and sparkling nights,
inside my veins, insomniac until the
morning light
well you don't know what to do with me,
because i like beautiful melodies
that tell horrible stories
and i like finishing off bottles of wine
until i can finally rest my head at
night
im lost in a sea, the bottom is too far out of reach
and the top..well i'll never make it up there,
i cant not breathe
anymore
the bottle is where i place my journies
and my extended sympathies
i wish you could see
what my nerves are doing to me
ithink its them who make me drink til
the last drop
until i can do nothing more in my life
then promise myself one day i will
stop
and i can feel it eating away my visceral
parts as they struggle to complete me
im letting my organs down by this abuse
but i cant sleep at night without the use
its all these nerves
nerves
what they are doing to me
how my nerves are killing me
i will write a book but i wouldnt survive
anxiety over anxiety i'd just drown in the wine
but the weight of the world stops being so heavy
when i have a couple of chasers
inside me
my nerves
they are killing me
my nerves will be the god damn death of me
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cherryamber
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2012-07-18 15:37:15] (Date/Time posted on
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