I am addicted to pain
Addicted to terror and tears
As if broken
The only thing that assures me,
Is knowing that I still have strong pieces
Ones that didn't break easily
Pain, what a relief
As tears and terrors stream
I feel relieved
I can still feel
I am human with a heart
One that feels
Pain, what a rude addict
Giving you the worst feeling
But still washes you with relief
I am relieved I still feel
I can still cry
My eyes aren't so dry
My heart not that broken
I still have glass to shatter
Instead of its dust that can't
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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...
