"Smash!"
Broken bottles on the floor.
I need more alcohol.
Drown the pain of being sober.
I cannot think with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I cannot be so cold.
When the drugs are here to keep me warm.
I need a taste of that medicine.
I have been addicted since it kept me sane.
Since my first taste when I was 7,
I still consume it like it is water.
These days I can't sleep without my pills.
I need to get my fill.
My weakened body gets weaker.
My mind and soul feels bleaker.
The world became so cold,
That drugs became my warmth.
Cigarettes isn't the affection I need,
But it makes me so happy.
Inhaling poison like it's the air I need.
Don't save me!
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
