Addiction; What it’s really like

Dark thoughts,

mainly suicidal

Seeing things,

like the devil right behind you

No home,

cause the devil stole your soul

One wish,

to put it all behind you

Cold floor,

that’s the overdose inside you

Wooden box,

cause you lost the last battle

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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