It started out that way
You said : "only once I in a while I'll indulge
I'll keep myself warm whenever it's cold
Don't wanna die young
But scared to die old
And now I'm dependent on something that gos
I was certain it wouldn't be every single day
That I'd only do it if I was melancholy
But now I'm sad everyday
Not sure it's an addiction
But it's a nice crutch for me
It's the one thing that's never let me down
The one thing that brings me up
But it only lasts temporarily
And reality slaps me with a nasty frown
And I'm grabbing for my next piece
The dust kicks up
The smoke blows around
My indulgence makes me happy"
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
