An addiction? I wouldn’t call that if I were you. I just, Can’t live without a moment where I’m going through, So many thoughts about my life I spill on to a stage full of others who, Feel the same way as I do! Broken. Trying to glue back every piece before they’re put inside a coffin open, For everybody’s view…
I’d rather wake up full of hope and brew another poem, With a tear or two while I show them, An escape from these emotions you, And I, Feel the second we’re aware of a reality where we lose, More than we attain…
Pain… The heartaches, We have no other choice, But, To scrap with through a voice shouting without shame. I’ll be damned if I conceal it with a chain, Of smoke covering my eyes before I see the light of day…
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