Peace Out

Poem about Klonopin abuse and being in love.

 Will we make it?
Can we stitch our hands together
so we're certain
we'll be this way forever?
I feel you right behind me
You know im stressed out
Speak; hurt me when you hold me
Squeeze my peace out

I'm never ever calm
I killed a shooting star
to take its sedation
It's enough to last me tonight
Putting peace in me
I've got nowhere to fall
so I killed a shooting star
and took it's sedation
to forget it
But I'm feeling guilty
I put peace in me
You'll squeeze it out

Author's Note

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