Smear the paint on my skin,
Blood dripping,
Slow it down...
I need it to last.
The pain needs to visit every last cell in my body.
It's an addiction,
It's a god damn bloody addiction-
And I can't stop it.
I can't stop thinking about it.
Heroin,
My blood.
It's everything.
I don't want to stop, damn it.
I can't live without it.
You can't fucking judge me,
And I don't need your fucking pity,
You self-righteous bastard.
I need this.
I want this.
There's no god damn way I'm letting go of it.
Don't hold my hand.
Let me do my heroin.
Let me paint the god damn walls.
Let me flood the fucking floor.
Let me spell my name in my blood.
You can't stop me from dancing in my addiction.
My heart wants to leave me,
And I'll let it.
I'll let it fucking stop.
I might even sing it to sleep.
There's no stopping me.
I need my heroin.
I need to bleed.
Soooo.... Hey guys! I'm backkkk! I apologize for the lack of updates... So, tell me what you think of this one.
Let me know if you like it, or whatever. I'll take constructive criticism, too. By the way, I only wrote this last night so it might not be that good.... Sorry..
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Moving On~ COMPLETED
Poetry~the process of moving on~ *trigger warning* If you ever need someone to talk to.. You can always message me.. Whether on here, or on Instagram or Facebook.. It's okay. I might not respond right away, and I may be a little awkward, but I'll respond...
