I no longer feel alive
I've lost the me who I loved the most
I'm not addicted but I'm truly not clean
I'm so disconnected from this reality of mine
why do I do this to myself on repeat?
I've got strength
to find who I've become
but I'm choking on silence
and I'm feeling nostalgic for a home
that I never had
I'm afraid to die
Devil tell me
am I dead or just barely alive ?
I'm falling in a state like comatose
hidden in my eyes
beneath my rage
I've been struggling to get through
absence of time and long ran out of faith
I define who I've become
I'll find the strength to show you
I'm not addicted but I'm not clean
I've lost the me I've loved the most
you took that with you
am I now man or machine?
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
