As if I wished to be alone
I didn't fight it for long
And took the pill
A thick fog
An unbreathable blob
Stuck within
I felt the need to burst out
To let someone know I existed
But after a short while,
I found myself swallowing it
Just as I used to
Staring at my own shadow
My mind hazed
The sun beaming with its warmth
While I enjoyed my pill of loneliness
My eyes looking from time to time
At the people, I called friends during the day
Not bothering to shake the feeling off
Nor to fight the thoughts
I welcomed the pain
The loneliness
The part unseen by the people who knew me
A side so well disguised
"You don't seem to be that type"
Right, I am just taking a dose to keep me in place
That is the only reason for it...
If I wasn't feeling helpless
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Addicted
PoetryEvery one of us is addicted to something Be it physical, emotional, or psychological They are there in different forms Some might seem like needs to others But to some these addictions feel so right While others feel off just keeping up with it to...
