Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
I feel upset.
That's where this all started.
Upset turned to hurting.
Hurting turned to harming.
Harming turned to drugs.
Drugs turned to addiction.
Addiction turned to depression.
And depression stole my soul.
And its making me forget who I am,
More and more,
Day by Day.
Buried Words
Written by
Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
103
     Daysong, --- and Mandalina
Please log in to view and add comments on poems