The things that make us feel the best,
Are the worst for us.
It's like a promise the universe makes,
If you like it, you shouldn't have it.
Drugs make you happy,
Alcohol makes you forget,
Cigarettes make you calm.
But eventually they'll all kill you,
And maybe that's the biggest promise of them all.
YOU ARE READING
What's left of me
PoetryPoems written by me, mainly about my life and experiences. This is my first attempt at poetry so sorry if it sucks. *I write when I get inspiration so updates will be sporadic*
