Pulling me this way
And that way.
I think about
It every day.
Why must you stay?Breathing in and out
Trying to ignore it.
It makes me doubt;
My thoughts having
A fit.
I want to shout
For help.
Without it,
The day feels like
It's dragging.Going through withdrawals
And lashing out.
Bad people giving me
Approvals.
Missing it throughout.Just one more time
Before I stop.
My brain feels like
Slime.
You're happier after
The drop.Addiction is the hardest
Thing you'll experience.
But in order to heal,
You must protest.
It's all about time
And patience.
ESTÁ A LER
I Am So Very Busy
PoesiaThis is a collection of all of my songs and poems that I've written in my life.