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I woke up on the bathroom floor

Cold tiles

Cracked

Covered in mold

My lips are ajar, my eyes crusted shut.

I’m still wearing my clothes from the day before.

I forget what I did. I don’t know why I did it.

I remember your pale white skin, and your blue candy eyes.

You told me not to do it, you’d miss me. You’d cry.

I forgot what it’s like to see someone cry.

I told you I wasn’t ready to keep living this life,

Stained with cigarettes, alcohol, and addictions I can’t even explain.

Constant fear of validation, of success, of failure.

I don’t want to be old, and remember this half-hearted adventure.

You buttered your words, but I saw right through.

For some fucked up reason, I still didn’t know the right thing to do.

So I went back home, and I shot up one last time.

But now, in a pool of my own vomit and sweat,

I can suddenly remember what it’s like to be without you.