I’m drowning
Drowning in tears
Drowning in fears
Fears of losing my best friend
Losing my partner in life
In a world of Fireball
Fireball they yell
Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots to my heart every time you come home
Shots every time I’m left at home alone
Left for a bottle of booze
A battle I fight hard to fight, but always lose
Venom spewing from your lips
Words that sting like a knife
Is this my life?
Space
So much space between us
A connection I try to connect, time and time again
I don’t recognize my best friend
Depression has now become a regular
I ask do you love me
You say I love my booze
I realize this one battle I will lose
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Meagan Hagerman
Mother to an amazing son, artist, writer, vlogger
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