Alone, Depression, Losing Someone, Poetry

I Aim to Forget

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My day consists of hangovers and vomits.
I wake up in a haze of nausea.
I’m trying to avoid reliving happy moments.
I honestly wish I had amnesia.


So I could forget you,
The reason I’m blue.
‘Cause you left me with this miserable goo
That sticks like glue.


I drink a shot of tequila
And gulp down a bottle of vodka.
I then meet up with Molly,
In hopes that she can make me jolly.


I numb myself so I could block the pain.
I learned how to play this reckless game.
The game of vices, acting as my saviors.
My momentary escape are drugs and liquors.


‘Cause it’s the only way my memories won’t bother me.
‘Cause thoughts of you are corrupting my sanity.
The grief and agony are driving me to insanity.
So I need to stay high, ’cause the only cure is apathy.
‘Cause drifting away is what makes me happy.

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