Things are addicting
Because they make us happy
They're they when we're hurt
So they hurt us more with their poison
We don't feel the pain
Because it feels so good
We don't hear complains
Because it makes us high up high
It sounds so bad
But feels so good
They exist to be there for you
They exist to kill you
A/N. I know not a single word rhymes here, but this is sort of like a freestyle poem I guess? I just wrote this to take out the steam in the pot, that's all.
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
