I Fall to Rise

By , San Clemente, CA
there is a pipe in my pocket
and a knife and a bottle
they weigh me down
dragging me to rock bottom
but i dont struggle
every sip i take is killing me
every drag i breathe collapses my lungs
and every cut i make taints my blood
but i dont struggle
i am killing a part of me every time
yet another part also grows
i die, i live
a line is missing
I choose this path myself
But in the end
it was never worth it





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