high: on percocet and pride

Warm and comforted
But look through these eyes, deeper
See me dying on the inside
Would love to just try
Pressures bottled and builds, deeper I wish I could cry
But pride keeps me eternally fried

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yeah if you don't like it try reading it without either of the ",deeper..." and if you still don't like it well...go fuck yourself and get off this website, or at least this specific part of it.

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authors not lazy edit

Please comment, critic, anything posistive or negative. Really a change in the poem what you might have put instead of what I have, seriously whatever it can only bhelp