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Bloodshot Eyes.

By , Rome, NY
Your eyes are bloodshot and your face is beat red.
You smell of stale beer and piss put togther.
You still have on the puke stained shirt from the night before.
And bare feet in the middle of the winter.
Whats wrong with you?
Why are you doing this to me?
To yourself?
Are those few hours of bliss worth all the stuff you're gonna miss?

You think the amount of alcohal is going to change your past?
No it wont.
It just makes you forget a little longer.
But when the hangover hits...
So does everything you thought you forgot.
Cant you get it through your thick head?
That this intoxication you desire, isnt the best thing for you.





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chissl said...
Oct. 25, 2010 at 9:00 pm
This is amazing! I loved it.
 
Black Heart said...
Sept. 24, 2009 at 10:45 am
dammit. reminds me of my mom. hell, i still haven't forgiven her. it's a good poem though.
 
cc93 said...
Sept. 23, 2009 at 8:08 pm
i like it it reminds me of my boyfriend
 
razorzRpainful said...
Sept. 23, 2009 at 3:05 pm
damn..wow very true
 
Jennifer B. replied...
Sept. 23, 2009 at 6:23 pm
very real and deep
 
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