I wish it all was the same,
I wish my addiction was gone,
What am I without my drug?
What am I without rehabilitation?
It always takes me away...into a special place,
Where I am happy and everyone is wrong.
Oh helpless fool who walks the land,
Oh helpless fool who fell in love,
The addiction to the fragrance,
The addiction to the lips,
The addiction to the arms that held my body,
It all went away the day rehabilitation was not a choice..
Oh helpless fool who fell in love..
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Shrooms Grew Out Of Your Words
PoetryShort Written Portions Of A Wonderfully Hurt Mind. Words and thoughts of a 16 year old boy, who's feelings change as each poem is written.
