I met a stranger
I held clung onto him
He became an addiction
He's my death
Its killing me slowly
I hate myself for this
YOU ARE READING
This is me most of the time
PoetryDo you ever sit back and think why some things happen? Why some people come into your life? Well... That's me all the time. Love, growth, pain, hurt, friendship and a lot more. I really do hope you enjoy
