Addicted Poem by Anya Nikolaevna
Addicted
I feel the smoke
enter my lungs,
poisoning me and slowly
bringing me closer to my
death.
I feel the blade
caress my skin,
cutting it open and slowly
draining the blood out
of my body.
I feel love
engulf my heart,
suffocating it and stopping
its pulse.
I am addicted.
Addicted to pain
I will be the cause
of my own death.
There is no way out.
If you are reading this,
I am sorry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/23/2024 11:36:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I will hope for better things to come your way. There is always a way out other than death.
Good!
Thank you, but not every word was meant, I needed to make the poem stronger and more dramatic beacause this is what people like nowadays