I don't know why I still try
Or why do I even bother myself.
You don't give me an inch of what I'm giving to you...
Nothing
It's just me being polluted with the thoughts of us being together
...again
But now I know never is the answer through your efforts and your silence
And the passive person in me is beginning to be tired
because this silence chokes the life out of me
Kills my spirit
Intoxicates my system
But still my heart allows me to try
Like how drug addiction is hard to overcome and conquer
And you're the drug I keep running back to for a fix
And to be honest...
Rehab sucks
But that's where an addict has to start.
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The Art of learning to be human
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about just being, experiencing every human emotion. Learning how to forgive yourself and how to be brave. How to love again and being kind to yourself after certain realizations and heartbreak. With every lesson learned...
