Sometimes I wonder why I don't smoke or drink or inject venom into my veins
I fit the stereotype of who would do it,
Good girl with stress levels above the roof,
Needing a break from reality and all that it brings
I wonder how I've not yet been introduced to these things or the extremity of alcohol
And then I remember,
My addiction is almost worse
Because it tricks you into thinking its gone, but it always comes back
But at least my addiction is justified.
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
