I am addicted
I have an addiction
And I never thought it'd be me
Frankly
they didn't either
I'm addicted to the void
I'm addicted to the comments of those sober who noticed
I'm addicted to the feeling of porcelain because being sober is hard
I'm addicted to chasing my goal and falling along the way as it always seems to happen
I'm addicted to counting the numbers
Gotta keep them low
Time seems to go backwards and I'm happy again
But this isn't real
But I can't tell I have an addiction
And it's going to get me killed
YOU ARE READING
The Pain In His Words
PoetryI live with Suicidal ideation,in other words "Suicidal thoughts ". I write as my way of fighting back.When the world is trying to kill me, and my mind is doing the same.
