there's no easy way around this.
but you're sick.
you're sick and you're an addict.
you're sick and you're dying.
you're dying so slowly that it's not noticeable to others.
but to them, they notice.
they notice the way your skin is a stingy pale color.
and the way your mouth tells the most twisted lies.
and the way your face falls when certain things are mentioned.
and the way you know it's a problem but you don't do anything about it.
they know you're dying, but they won't help you.
instead, they keep fueling your addiction.
that person is you.
they are you.
you're an addict to destroying the only help you get given.
YOU ARE READING
dispositional tendencies
Poesíaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
