Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
Struggling with my head held high
I cannot fight this demon alone
Strength is not mine to expend
For I am deprived and depraved
Though my head be high
Inside I have sunk even lower
Disgrace covers me:
Shame has hit me so hard
That it has rattled my core
The empty shell is slowly breaking
Piece by piece I crumble
Because on the outside I was fine
But inside there was nothing left
Who can see past my facade?
This is my addiction.
Terry Streets
Written by
Terry Streets
620
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems