Sitting on the floor
Counting them one by one
At first it was harmless fun
Now it’s a necessity
Way back they used to be my friends
Now they own my life
Taking my pain
Taking my soul
Taking my self-respect
Giving me hope
They are addictive
But somehow I managed them
This time I won’t be so lucky
I never am
Scared to let them go
Scared of being alone
Scared of living this life
Scared of dying like this
They never loved me
They never cared
They’re dead
They’re deadly
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