Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I don’t know why I ever started, Maybe I was just trying to fill the empty void I felt inside. Chasing the rush of happiness, The sheer euphoria I craved. The bad memories diminishing like a million shooting stars in the night sky, Every thin white line making me forget the cold, hard truth. I am an addict, The person I swore to myself that I would never be. I don’t know how to stop, But the saddest part is I don’t want to.
0
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
Thin White Lines *Trigger Warning*
I don’t know why I ever started, Maybe I was just trying to fill the empty void I felt inside. Chasing the rush of happiness, The sheer euphoria I craved. The bad memories diminishing like a million shooting stars in the night sky, Every thin white line making me forget the cold, hard truth. I am an addict, The person I swore to myself that I would never be. I don’t know how to stop, But the saddest part is I don’t want to.
Written by
28/F/Pennsylvania, USA
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem