When you get to dance with death
You don't care about the monsters anymore
You just are this soul
Trying not to end it all
I've been in dark places
Heart racing
Tears in my eyes
Short breathing
Feeling the life
living my weak body
Drugs are the monster I hid under my bed
Carefully packed in a shoe box
Late at night
I would unleash the demon
To take care of me
It's dangerous to be by my side
Because all I want is dead and drug
Well, they always leave me saying that
I just concluded that was the case
There's no end to this suffering
I just watch myself fade away
Cutting myself with that blade
Wishing the pain will end
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Addicted
PoetryExperience the gripping journey of addiction through this collection of poems. Each verse delves into the raw emotions, struggles, and profound moments of those caught in its grasp. With stark honesty and emotional depth, these poems offer a powerfu...
