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button! Curtains still firmly drawn</p><p id="acb8">She looks dressed in mutton Sleep becomes comatose Makeup and clothes raggedy Boozed-induced overdose Each time plays a tragedy</p><p id="1744">Torments reek of decay Self-loathing, self-destruction ( Fear screams throughout the day I AM my worst enemy</p><p id="53f0">Party girl Beautiful and pretty Decade after decade honor swayed Emotional health way too gritty</p><p id="fa4c">Look at those massive lies Just another girl from the city Enough is enough she cries</p><ul><li><i>I used to be a party girl, wild, vivacious, and charismatic. I didn’t have an off button — so my nights would flood into my days and I would be left hanging in bed trying to work out the hamster wheel I had been riding on since

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a young teenager.</i></li></ul><div id="f6fb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/@c.weiss_48662/i-love-to-party-but-it-gives-me-hangexity-5adfad9a2033"> <div> <div> <h2>I Love to Party but It Gives Me Hangexity</h2> <div><h3>The day after the night before I am filled with dread</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*[email protected])"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="a538">© <a href="undefined">Chantal Christie Weiss</a> 2024. All Rights Reserved</p></article></body>

OWNING MY STORY

Intoxicating Destruction

A poem of an ex-party girl

Photo by Aleksandr Popov on Unsplash

“That’s all drugs and alcohol do, they cut off your emotions in the end.” — Ringo Starr

Life and soul of the party Good time girl Bohemian sort so arty

Festive face pearl motivates the crowd get up, dance do her proud

Beautifully wild A ray of light shines an inner stance Suitably styled

Night-time cracks into dawn Where? is the stop button! Curtains still firmly drawn

She looks dressed in mutton Sleep becomes comatose Makeup and clothes raggedy Boozed-induced overdose Each time plays a tragedy

Torments reek of decay Self-loathing, self-destruction ( Fear screams throughout the day I AM my worst enemy

Party girl Beautiful and pretty Decade after decade honor swayed Emotional health way too gritty

Look at those massive lies Just another girl from the city Enough is enough she cries

  • I used to be a party girl, wild, vivacious, and charismatic. I didn’t have an off button — so my nights would flood into my days and I would be left hanging in bed trying to work out the hamster wheel I had been riding on since a young teenager.

© Chantal Christie Weiss 2024. All Rights Reserved

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