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An addict who is addicted to the abuse has already hung the noose.

By Ink EquusPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I got used to the abuse

I was addicted to you, it corrupted my view

I knew I shouldn’t pursue, but it’s too late

I’m already in a queue

I craved the abuse, so I hung my own noose

I longed for that high only you could imbue

I tried to fight it, but that was no use and

I don’t want to lose, but I know I can’t win

So I popped that pill, and let the demons in

You see this drug has a hold on me

Consuming me slowly

I can’t breathe someone please rescue me

It’s killing me, yet eventually I hope to be

Rid of this life it is not good for me

I know it’s wrong to long for you

But I’m an addict

What else am I supposed to do

I gotta stage a coup

Take back my brain from you

See what you’ve done to me

Please stop controlling me

Why can’t we just agree

To stop and live happily

But I need you to breathe

Come on you’re the cure for me

Shut up! Stop. Just stop.

Can’t be thinking like this

This type of thing ain’t bliss

I’m quitting just gotta be clean

Unfortunately this ain’t what it seems

It's not booze or drugs

There’s more to this thing

It’s madness I say

It’s madness you see

I’m addicted to madness

What more could it be

I’m an addict who is addicted to defeat

I put myself in this place and I wish I could leave

But try as I might I still need you to breathe

Maybe one day I’ll figure it out

Till then I’ll just be stuck with this doubt

sad poetry
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Ink Equus

A writer with a desire.

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