Passed out in an unknown bedroom because mine doesn't feel like home without you.
I doubt that you'll ever return & my pride refuses to sulk about you
So I find temporary relief like dreams in these foreign sheets hoping that they'll give me just enough peace to not think about you anymore.
Until I wake up and realize that I'm still in a nightmare without you,
This feeling is just like drugs
These women are like the drug
And I'm addicted to not feeling the withdrawals where I lay wide awake every second thinking about you
& in my sick mind I think about you as the cure when you are the disease the affliction of my heart
But I don't have anything within me to heal
So I'll get high off these cheap women
refusing to let my life be an existence where I despair thinking about the fact that I'll never have you.
Forever off these women shall I remain to feel numb , gladly addicted to not feeling anything at all.
-vonsensei
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