Every one has an addiction and I seem to be addicted to pain.
Now I dont know whether to call it a loss or a gain.
My happiness keeps on getting numb,
I dont even enjoy fighting people with my thumb.
One day, soon I will fade away.
I can no longer stay.
I have became so dull,
That when I visit the sea I dont even like watching a sea gull.
Darkness is where I wanna stay.
Someone please take me away?
This is all not a lie,
And now its time to say a final
"Goodbye"
YOU ARE READING
Scars.
PoetryDeep poetry driven by painful thoughts. Written upon canvases of blood, and art of scars.
