17/2

Life or death…
And I don’t want either.
I’m stuck in limbo where the only thing,
that keeps me alive are my cigarettes & old records.
Vodka eases my pain.
Razors are the same game.
The pills precribed has left me forgetting who I am.
I’m left sullen and empty,
No more dreams to fill this void.
My appetite dispiated and skin so pale.
I am nowhere,
I am nothing.
Death has my number in the post. 
I’m just waiting.