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One more pill
It's hazy,
All I can see is the liquor,
I feel so numb,
And I feel so high,
Maybe I'll get away tonight,
My head just keeps whispering,
"Just one more"
And then one more turns to four,
And then four become four more,
And then I'm smiling,
"Just a few more"
A few more until I'm nice and high,
And dying on the floor.
All I can see is the liquor,
I feel so numb,
And I feel so high,
Maybe I'll get away tonight,
My head just keeps whispering,
"Just one more"
And then one more turns to four,
And then four become four more,
And then I'm smiling,
"Just a few more"
A few more until I'm nice and high,
And dying on the floor.
Published 11th Oct 2016
| Edited 2nd Oct 2019
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12th Oct 2016 1:27pm
Great poem. I am an alcoholic and addict myself, and this says it all. one more does become another. I cant tell you how many times I have spent dying on the floor, or wishing that I would just hurry up and die. Keep up the good work, and I Look forward to reading more of your poems.
13th Oct 2016 10:51am
13th Oct 2016 8:55pm
