The Kite and Anchor

Poor sad, mad girl
Popping pink pills
End of the world
Eyes so wide
Manic glazed haze
Nothing to hide
Failing classes
Don’t even care
Polish rose-tinted glasses
Vodka and meds
Favourite combination
Countless beds
Help brushed aside
Don’t need them
Days since last cried
Proud of scars
All the way up
Living behind bars
Anchor sink me
Kite drag me.

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