The pills ,
The drinks ,
The needle ,
The cigarette ,
The knife to feel ,
The lighter to burn away ,
Everything that remains of us ,
To dissolve what we once had ,
It all just turns around ,
And in a circle comes back to me ,
The addiction ,
The high just to get away ,
It all turns around ,
It mirrors ,
But who does it mirror?
Woe is me , How it mirrors me ,
How I wish I didn't need the pain ,
Just to feel what was never there .
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Can it only be me?
Non-FictionThis is a collection of poems . Some old some new . It's ongoing . So keep reading and comment for updates!
