It's official
I'm addicted
And not just to my girl
I'm addicted to the thrills
The joints and the pills
The bottles and the shrooms
Smell of smoke filling my room
Chocking off my air
I don't complain
It's totally fair
Nobody shoved the J
No one told me to get drunk one day
I was the one in need
For the painkillers and the weed
I can't stop
I just keep going
1000 shots in my chest
The smoke my bullet proof vest
Protecting me from my regrets
Things I wanna forget
They're my shield
My wall
They have me under control
Pressing X on my marks
Mashing B till I'm blue
Right trigger in my liver
I've lost control
But did I ever really have it in the first place
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Lost Boy💧💧
PoetryA bunch of sad poems. Most inspired by the words of the Syre himself
