I know

I know they are bad for me.
This habit i can not break.

The habit that consumes me.

abuses me


chains me...
Cements my heart with temporary numbness.


I know i can stop.
i chose not to.

for the fear of meaning


fear of feeling...
I become blind with their many, many colors.

I know I'm a coward
hiding behind their tastes.
the bitter taste that wipes me clean.



wipes my tears....
Their high giving me the strength to carry another day.


I know i have a future.
this isn't forever

only till my feet can walk on there own.

my heart will heal...
Then i will be able to truly feel.





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