Hurts Me Better
Withstand that Destruction.
Painfully shunning my boiled up misery.
Adding to my unaccountable art.
Everyday I succeedingly falter,
the unmistakable hurt of Addiction.
I yearn for that push, of just a little harder,
put me to my Paradise.
Someone please seize, my tool of
mortality, the one that I live for.
You give me that sweet, sickly feeling,
of suffocation. May you win whenever
I choke.
Thoughtless plagues point to you, the one
I just can't deny.
I Hate You, greedy burden.
May Sanity take back,
It's Prestige.
Copyright © Stephanie Vn. | Year Posted 2008
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