Aiming For Disaster

A number one,
I'm a little gone.
Murdering feelings, losing sleep.
In love with being alone.
Narcotics are my home.
Go away before I run further.
Fuck the pain I'm feeling.
Opiates are in order.
Recognition's becoming shorter.
Deadman's disease, I am sinking.
Isolating from constant thoughts.
Sore from all the hurt I've caused,
And wishing no one finds me here.
Sitting at my secret spot.
Tearing through a baggie I brought.
Entering another realm, sight is unclear.
Regretting the choices that got me here.

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