feeling fine

 I paint my sheets maroon like me town flag
Jeans blood soaked solid like a wench on the rag
Not a stitch on me skin like an absolute slag
Pink scar patterned skin does it sound like a brag
More self hate than a homophobe dressed in drag
Escaping meself via grams in a bag
Pay you next dole day I sincerely blag
Shrinks and psych nurses who do nothing but nag
Giving it up like a prison bitch prag
Slumped on the couch in an ethanol sag

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