Codeine for Numb Hearts
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The phone is ringing for the second time today.
You know it’s probably your mother or a bill collector. Fucking scum. She probably wants to know if you have a girlfriend yet or if you’ve even left the shithole you call an apartment.
You pick yourself up off of the dirty spring mattress, and you nearly fall back to the floor. Even though you don’t have a cough, you stumble to the bathroom and open your medicine cabinet, reaching for the cough syrup. After shutting the cabinet, you take a look in the mirror. What a pathetic little shit.
(codeine for numb hearts and patching up cut arms)
You twist the cap off, stare into the bottle, and throw it back like it’s a fucking shot. It’s ironic, because in reality, you’re sicker than you thought.
You know it’s probably your mother or a bill collector. Fucking scum. She probably wants to know if you have a girlfriend yet or if you’ve even left the shithole you call an apartment.
You pick yourself up off of the dirty spring mattress, and you nearly fall back to the floor. Even though you don’t have a cough, you stumble to the bathroom and open your medicine cabinet, reaching for the cough syrup. After shutting the cabinet, you take a look in the mirror. What a pathetic little shit.
(codeine for numb hearts and patching up cut arms)
You twist the cap off, stare into the bottle, and throw it back like it’s a fucking shot. It’s ironic, because in reality, you’re sicker than you thought.