Slipping 

I grew sour within the hour

Because;

I gained the time to hate myself

Getting high isn’t like getting high anymore

It’s not like seventeen

It’s not like getting high anymore

I’m not saying I’ll try anything more

I’m just low now

 

There’s a small orange bottle in my bottom drawer

Pills again

I know how those things go

I’m low

But;

I want to be lower

I care too much to be

I’m slipping.

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