Has a taste for the blood of my own
No one else really truly knows
Slipping and crashing so hard.
If they only had a portion of my pint
Would they be crawling for more
Addiction and pain for the eye to see
I keep this packed with nicotine
What I become became
They say that this is not forever
Words that really mean nothing
If it's not forever it's still now
And it hurts like hell.
I crave one thing but can never gain
That love and affection I see all around
Yet can never obtain that feeling myself
Alone I be, but even when I'm in a crowd
All I manage to do is push and shout...
Push the killer with the dagger away
Before they inflict irreparable pain
Though the dagger never existed
Fermented and fragranced by my memory
This rollercoaster never ends
Towering and smoldering over
Where am I again?
They describe this cycle as borderline
When does that border reach its end?
YOU ARE READING
Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
