Lungs filled with smoke
Mouth full of alcohol
Is what I'm wanting,
For the pain,
For the misery,
For the doubt,
For the thoughts,
And for the grief.
Leaving was the hardest thing
I ever had to do.
But like I'm wanting
My lungs filled with smoke,
And my mouth filled with alcohol,
I'm fighting my wants with my needs.
I have come to the point,
To where I know the difference
I hope you do
Maybe one day,
You'll fight for me,
If you still need me..
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A Warriors Thoughts
PoetryPoetry I've written about life, sadness, love, heart break, betrayal, feelings, self love, advice and more. Thank you for reading ❤️ I hope that these poems help you in some kind of way. I hope that they help heal you in some kind of way. Everyone...
