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.