It fills my veins,
wakes me up,
brings me back to life.
I need it more than I should
and want it more than I dare.
I feel the need grow stronger
every day,
to just have a sip,
to take the pain away.
It drives me crazy
but it makes me sane.
It's your coffee
but my poison.
//p.s.
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Wandering & Wondering
PoetryRead it and relate or read it and understand better. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Some poems may cause emotional instability. I DO NOT promote any kind of disorder or abuse.
