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HELLO ADDICTION! - Poetry.

 


Hey addiction,
It’s high time we have a talk,
I don’t know how fast our relationship happened,
Or why it happened,
Jumping from higher heights to deeper depths,
But I can feel myself fall,
And just before I lose it all,
Let’s talk.

I know I chose you over those pills and rope,
Because I felt you promised me hope,
We both understand you were never my first choice,
But still, I chose you,
You hid me from all those emotional wounds,
Kept me blinded to reality,
I loved the way you kept my pain at bay,
You kept me distracted,
Enough of putting the delusion around,
Profound because I was a wreckage,
Taught me to keep my eyes off the bleeding,
So I did.

I grew so free to lock myself,
In your so familiar chains,
You were always a faithful friend,
There for me when I needed you,
But always there even when I didn’t,
Never understood who I really I was,
Because I was so convinced
I was somebody else altogether,
So thank you because you did take my pain away,
But screw you for taking my joy with it too.

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  1. Duke NyankabariaJuly 2, 2022 at 1:15 AM

    Addiction, I love the way you have penned this

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    1. Osano Brian.July 2, 2022 at 6:35 AM

      Thank you bro. Well addiction is that self-pricked thorn but we can't find a way of reversing. What happens when we can't find a way back?

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