Addicted
A substance that poisons the veins
It leaves the soul empty and filled with substained misery
It kills the inner happiness that once was there
Bringing to the surface a stranger that noone knows
Anger, pain, and depression is exposed
Leaving everyone they've ever loved alone
Sitting in the corner of the room crying and begging to be spared to soon
The mind echoes have some more
It'll only heal you but silently kill you
The addiction and lonliness is withhold
Through my life I've chosen to take the dark road
Beating my head up against the door
Blood drips from my opened soars
My eyes droop from insomnia
My heart aches from my so called amazing life
Day by day time waists away
Death creeps up slowly waiting to be let in
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