Right now,
Cutting is a brief relief from reality,
It is a temporary,
Momentary euphoria from the insanity,
That is my life,
But just how long,
Can one measly addiction last?
Before time runs out,
My mind goes insane,
And my body craves for things it's never ever had,
But oh so desperately wanted for years and years,
Just how long do I have now?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Poetry
PoetryWhen I was feeling addicted and like I had no way out. Here's to addiction *just fucking kidding*
