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Addict

She was the embodiment of beauty The manifestation of goodness Everything she did was Lovely Graceful Flawless People would call he an angel But no one saw the devil buried inside Setting up camp in her heart Breaking it and turning it dark No one knew the darkness that followed her The black cloud Harboring a storm Waiting to unleash a hurricane Whip up the waves again To pull her under No matter how hard she tries to stay above the water There is no flotation device to keep you Above the flood of addiction You see that she's drowning But how can you save someone From the tide When you don't know how to swim When you have no idea there to find a life preserver You feel helpless As you watch her be consumed Her own body swallowing her whole There are no amount of self-help groups To stop the relapse The monster has captured her She sold her soul The day she sold her body She does this to keep her supply As they always demand People try to help But they don't understand How will she tell people she's lost When she has no sense of direction anyway Also they wouldn't believe her She looks at herself And starts to cry Her reflection looking back is broken Like the mirror she is staring into Soon she doesn't recognize the person no, creature In the glass She stows away in her room and goes into hiding As she adds just one last skeleton to her closet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/11/2015 4:33:00 AM
I'm waiting for your new poems. Where are they? Stopped writing?
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Date: 4/29/2015 1:49:00 AM
A pathetic story, so sad..7+++!
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