I may look tough sometimes
But too fragile is my strength
And I bruise easily
And at times I make no sense
I get drunk on thoughts
I get High sometimes
On sounds that inhabit my head
We all get drunk on stuff
We never thought we would
And we all have our vices
We all have our sins
We might even do ourselves wrong
And so will other people
We all have things
That keep us up late
And we know
How we know
These things will be the death of us
' I wonder why's '
And ' what if's '
Will eat us up alive
And creep into our bones
And we know
But we don't mind
Cuz it's pain
That makes us feel alive
We're high on pain
We are addicted to grief
But we like
How we like
To play pretends
With the demons
Our most loyal friends
And we know
How we know
That this is not going to end
But we keep playing pretends
And this keeps haunting our souls
And we know
What comes around
Goes around
And we do that to ourselves
And we don't mind
We never mind
We try to find places to hide
But we get lost
And never found
To our wicked schemes
We are bound
And we get dizzy
Going round and round
And we fall and we get up
And fall again
We fall
We bleed
We drown
We end.
June 22nd 2017
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Cassandra
PoetryI was staying at the hospital and feeling really lonely when I decided to create this book which is a pile of poems and thoughts I have written through the last few years. I don't know why now. But I think it's about time I let it out. Thanks for al...
