Addiction

by clara   Aug 10, 2011


To me he's like a drug

He brings me up then tears me down

without him in my system, i see no need for me to be around

I can try to cry him out my system

But at night i think of how much i miss him

I'm addicted to a drug i knows not good for me

I'm trying to let him go

I don't want him to have the best of me

Whats my rehab?

Will i ever let him go?

The Nightmares

The memories.

They're all part of that drug he left behind.

It slowly kills every happy thought i had in mind.

I need to kick this addiction and go on with life without restrictions.

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