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I always questioned if the devil was real. Was grown up on secrets and lies, tucking things under the rug. Forcing a smile on my lips, and praying to god for a better tomorrow. And some days it would work, and others it wouldn't so I had a leap of faith. Some may think the devil isn't real, but I can assure you he is. And we happen to call him Addiction. Grew inside my body like wildfire. I never wanted to be like you. I let smoke fill my lungs, my eyes starting to fade low. Genius. Hey, what a fix for the time being. I have *** for the first time ever. Numb. Is this love? Not even *** could fulfill the high I was searching for. Dark. I was itching for the urge to feel nothing at all. And then I met you, and with meeting you I met many, many other things. Pretty little pill, where have you been all my life? Allowing the world to blur around me. Numb. "Hello? Are you in there anymore?" "No." I look at myself in the mirror. Who are you? "Never again." I say. But we all know how that goes.
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Addiction
I always questioned if the devil was real. Was grown up on secrets and lies, tucking things under the rug. Forcing a smile on my lips, and praying to god for a better tomorrow. And some days it would work, and others it wouldn't so I had a leap of faith. Some may think the devil isn't real, but I can assure you he is. And we happen to call him Addiction. Grew inside my body like wildfire. I never wanted to be like you. I let smoke fill my lungs, my eyes starting to fade low. Genius. Hey, what a fix for the time being. I have *** for the first time ever. Numb. Is this love? Not even *** could fulfill the high I was searching for. Dark. I was itching for the urge to feel nothing at all. And then I met you, and with meeting you I met many, many other things. Pretty little pill, where have you been all my life? Allowing the world to blur around me. Numb. "Hello? Are you in there anymore?" "No." I look at myself in the mirror. Who are you? "Never again." I say. But we all know how that goes.
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
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