Open your eyes,
Sink deep,
Become your mind,
See the world around you,
Forget what has happened.
Energy.
It was filling all inside me.
Rage.
it was all behind me.
Anger.
it was against me.
Hunger.
I didn't need it anymore.
Sex.
It would feel so good right now to have.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
