black butterfliesMature

random...-ish. but it's the story of my life, as are all these poems i write... so yeah... :]

for when i feel helpless
when i feel hopeless
when i wanna escape
when i wanna die

add misery
loss of hope
a sprinkle of depression
a handful of anger

dark anxiety
black butterflies
night terror

so take a couple
shake the bottle
pour a handful
kiss your palm

swallow them down
without a chaser
or throw in some vodka
just for a flavor 

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