Okay, so I wrote this poem towards the end of the summer (I don't really rem. the date so I just randomly put the 25th), I swear I wasn't on crack or anything when I wrote it lol, even though it seems like it. & I realize it doesn't rhyme but I was feeling mad emotional at the time so perhaps that is why.
It was one of the days when ''ya ushla v sebya'' on the day after the night when me & petuh got drunk. (self explanatory)

''But I keep on walking
& the melancholic voices in my head, they keep on talking
& the red Jags keep stopping
I'm so sick of sitting on this black polished table, drinking my life away w.o. being able to tell anyone,
Just smoking my pain away.
I'm so sick of the lies, & the tries, being used...
It's far more than abuse.
I'll just walk away,
You don't care?
I don't care, who was there, & who saw, & who joked, & who talked
The sun will dry my tears,
One step forward & two steps back running away from my tears painted black.
Our words overlapped, without understanding the meaning they lacked.
As on broken glass we dance, falling into a trance of hate & pain as I take a stance.''