Finding escape in a white stick called addiction.

by zariieee   Aug 5, 2008


Waiting in the midst of this dark abyss,
Feels like I've been here only for forever.
Tired of fighting,
I let the pain consume me.
Broken, on the verge of being completely shattered,
why won't anyone come save me?
Killing time,
Killing myself slowly - feeding my addiction.
Cigarette in hand, lungs on fire,
Feels like the closest thing to salvation.

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