Day one and I'm thinking of it again.
How ever did I last all those months,
That now feel so long,
Oh how I want it so,
Another endorphin rush,
Straight to the brain.
To flood my thoughts,
With joy as I carve away at the opening flesh,
That doesn't seem to hurt,
No matter how deep the cut,
It is not felt.
All I feel is the flood that flows down pure white skin,
Down onto the ivory floors,
I smile as the rush fills and occupies my brain,
Knowing all to soon it will fade,
And all that will be left of my first addicive drug is the memory held inside the scar.
Day one and even with knowing it's wrong,
It is one of the drugs I will forever long.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
