I think I was an addict
Something people don’t understand
Until they’ve been there too
The highs were unimaginable
I planned every moment, every second
So the next one would be soonerI only realize now
The thing that was my undoing
Was my ultimate high
Nothing ever compared again
It was pale, bleak, lonely
And I broke under the strainToday I struggle
Wanting to go back to that lifestyle
It wasn’t drugs to destroy me
It wasn’t drink to drown in
But it was a part of me
That I don't know how to live without
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Just Another Girl
PoetryShort poems from just another girl trying to reconcile love, friendship, relationships, school, and life. Highest rank 3-11-21 poetry 268