Inhibition | Poetry

You do not know the pain,

the revulsion,

Of looking at yourself in

the mirror

The next morning and

thinking why,

Why did I do that? I wish 

i hadn’t

Done that. And it hurts

because I

Knew what I was doing.

– i wish i could blame it on the alcohol.

 

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