An addictive drug that raises your dopamine
The "feel-good" hormone
Until the effect is gone...
And you crash into reality
Ones I feel addicted to making
As if I can't live without them
Ending up with an aftermath I already predicted
I end up with friends
To be left without them
Some stayed as if they were close by
But when I sit with them
It feels as if I am far, far away
As if I am somewhere no one can see
I wonder why this place feels familiar
Like an iced cage
It seems I am not only addicted to having them
But also addicted to the pain that they come with
Though each has a different feel
I welcome the warmth
To be left with cold
I bring my own and search for another
This one is a need for some
But an addictive drug to me
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Addicted
PoetryEvery one of us is addicted to something Be it physical, emotional, or psychological They are there in different forms Some might seem like needs to others But to some these addictions feel so right While others feel off just keeping up with it to...
