Tell me that this has never had you at a suicidal thought
Tell me that this has nothing to do with the reason why you never left the house for six months
People see what they are shown, even if its hiding
We are all addicted to the laughter people give
A person will give you everything you yourself were never able to give yourself and so I guess thats all we have to take at the end of the day
People ripe and bring a part of us we all hate or desire
My story of people will never be same as yours but thats okay thats why poetry exists to write out for you what your mouth can never say.
YOU ARE READING
ADDICT
PoetryWe all ADDICTED to someone We all ADDICTED to something We all ADDICTED to a place We all ADDICTS. What are you an ADDICT too?
