the drugs.
such a beautiful feeling when you're as weightless as paper
with that pretty little head of yours
in the clouds..
the drinks.
this one burns all throughout;
but oh how welcoming that warmth in your chest burns.
the horrid taste slowly fades the more
you chug down
the fights.
oh how bad the fights are getting..
physical battles and lashing out on everyone who crosses the path.
aggressive nature and lack of control.
but ultimately,
these are just the personal decisions that are made.
although the knowledge exists that it is in fact wrong,
that won't stop us.
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Words of the heart
Poetryfor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
