Choking on Thin Ice

Choking on Thin Ice

The results are in;

I have seen their Instagrams and painted frames

and we are nine tenths not the same.

It will take all the strength I don’t have

to lift this sadness

off this second-rate skin cage,

I could never measure up to win a single round.

So I will count my losses in pounds

and my doubts as all the demons

who never leave my side,

but still I shall smile like I am fine.

Drink this whisky like it is poison

because I have developed a thirst for oblivion,

drowning in the curse of my own antipathy.

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