Vice.
One a day became three,
she was upset at me, she hated me.
But all of us have our vice and,
we don't need your advice and,
Stop acting like you've never acted up.
Don't shove the guilt you feel
down my throat,
I want an early death,
and with every unhealthy breath
I'm closer to my goal.
Don't take this away from me.
-poet
