I missed you more than I would like
We were so close
what happend to us
But now your back
And i remember what to do
When no one hears my cries
I write it on my thighs
It's always there
the want, the need
I try to Bury it, Hide it away
But it Always comes back
Addicted
To the feel of the edge
The Sting
To remind me I'm Alive
I think about it
All day, Every Day
I tried to stop, i did for a while
but my demon returned
She returned without warning
An old friend in hand
I tried to turn away
But the temptation was to real
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PoetryWhen I'm happy, I write novels, when I'm depressed I write poems. Enjoy.