Waking up and smelling the coffee.

Sitting on the edge of my bed,

I look down at my bedroom floor,

Filter tips,

Clothes in heaps,

My head is sore

My throat feels tight,

When will I grow up,

Using pain as an excuse,

All am doing is causing myself this hurt,

Every waking hour am making the wrong decision,

I am putting myself in a corner that I cant get out of,

When will I wake up and realise I cant go on like this.

 

 

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