Detox

When is enough, enough?

By ABJPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Use me

I’ve been walking for too long

Your voice becomes like pills

Ducking these visions of you by my side

The constant urge to take more and more

Tell me something I hate

Your pupils don’t move

But the raging fire within your soul still burns like hell, a place I am not new to

A home you brought within me

The scars can tell

A story like no other

Watch me scream

Night time falls

Darkness doesn’t bare skin

But still remains my only friend

heartbreak

About the Creator

ABJ

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“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”

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When is enough, enough?

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