Sad Poetry

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You know I tore myself apart for people who didn't deserve it

And in the process of trying to rebuild what i had broken

I failed again

First it was metal leaving marks on my skin,now my lungs are forever fucked with whatever I'm breathing in

And every time i stop

Every time I think it's getting better

It finds its way back to me and i dont think I'll ever resist

Resist?

If someone says those words again i'm gonna lose it

You think it's that easy, just wait and think about this

When your holding your breath, at first it's a breeze

You think you could go on with ease

But eventually your lungs start to scream

Sending off warning bells in your brain

How will you ever escape this pain

Take a hit it's not a want its a need, if you don't take that hit your world is gonna cease

Well for me i used to play with knives but in quitting that it changed to alcohol and weed

Who knew flavored air could be such a tease

But when if feels like your whole life depends on a hit

Sometimes shits too hard to handle so you give in

They all start out saying they'll never get addicted

They will

One way or another i find myself going back to it

This flavored air leaving traces of smoke on my lips

Do you get it now? Do you see the inner battle and the need?

So please think next time before judging someone like me.

2024