I feel so broken hearted
I look for times that have past
I feel their eyes upon me
their whispers seem so loud
Why does she do it is far above the crowd
the bruises and the pain
it doesn’t seem worth while
sometimes I hate it
and when it hurts to move
death should surely follow
Some how I press on
its almost an addiction
MY drug of choice
How could I live without it?
they say it could kill me
(and it most likely will)
a chance I'm willing to take
t makes me feel so good
It cant be so bad
I get a rush just thinkin' about it
I just want to play my game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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