I always thought an addiction had to be
something you could physically touch,
but here I am
chasing this feeling I can’t even put into words,
I broke my knuckle open trying to
choke up what was left in me,
I saw blood, I should’ve been scared,
I should’ve wished for help, I should’ve
wished for a do-over, swore to God
"if you grant me this one wish I swear
I’ll never **** up again”
but I just wished for more.
- S.G.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I always thought an addiction had to be
something you could physically touch,
but here I am
chasing this feeling I can’t even put into words,
I broke my knuckle open trying to
choke up what was left in me,
I saw blood, I should’ve been scared,
I should’ve wished for help, I should’ve
wished for a do-over, swore to God
"if you grant me this one wish I swear
I’ll never **** up again”
but I just wished for more.
- S.G.
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