For some it's starving themselves,
for some it's puking up every meal.
For some it's bullying every person they encounter,
for some it's beating innocent people.
For some it's cocaine,
for some it's weed.
For some it's meth,
for some it's alcohol.
For some it's sleeping pills.
For some it's friends,
for some it's family,
for some it's their significant other.
For some it's school,
for some it's getting lost in a book.
For some it's burning their skin,
for some it's smoking.
For some it's sex,
for some it's love.
For some it's singing,
for some it's dancing.
For me it was slicing my skin open every night.
Everyone is an addict. Addicted to that one thing that distracts them or numbs the pain.
-j.z.
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Waiting on the Good. Living in the Bad.
PoetryAll poems in this were written by me. If you use one to quote or make an edit, please give me credit. They're not all good honestly, some of them are pretty bad, but I'll post them anyways. Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read these and gives...