Under
Pressure.
It’s not
Something
I can
Handle.
And so
I cut
And cut
Again.
And I
Bleed and
I break
Because
I am
Scared to
Death of
Rejection.
But I know
Deep inside
That I have
To do this.
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Diary of a Self-Proclaimed Addict
PoetryAddiction is like a fire: It consumes everything--your life, your soul--in a colorful fury. Victims are entranced. But behind the colors and the warm heat there is damage. The question is, can you get out before it burns your whole world down? ....T...
