An addict is what I am.
I'm devoured by all
I condemn hopeless
And tragically beautiful.
A monster.
Hidden within the shadows
Of a bluntly demeaning
And pointless life.
Forever scared.
Unwilling to glimpse
Into the light
Into a better world.
I am a dim
Meaningless object
That wishes to be more
Yet knows that will never be.
What I am
Isn't really hard to understand.
A mere reflection of
Our darkest thoughts.
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoezjaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
