Only A Matter Of Moments
sitting here alone
with the thoughts of how things used to be
going crazy of wanting things back the way
they used to be
I kept trying to call and text
asking you for help
or at least just hear the comfort of your voice
I'm sitting here with a bottle of vodka and a razor blade
only a matter of moments
before I lose it
and run the razor down my veins
Sara Panicali
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