A drug addiction poem.
ADDICTED
I smoked to look cool.
Now I’m addicted.
I dated to fit in
HIV’s made a home in me.
I saw poetry as a platform to release pain.
Yet it increased it day by day.
Now I’m a Word Addict.
A meaningless Voiceless Poet.
Where is joy when I need it most?
Where is love when I need it most?
Huh … Care when I need it?
All have given up on me.
I took for granted when I still had.
I smoked to look cool.
Now I’m an addict.
Saw the smoke leaving my mouth.
That made me cool.
Through my nose, oh God cooler.
I crushed day and night.
The pain innocent cigarette felt.
Pleasure or pain? When I burnt its end.
Crushed it to pieces and wickedly put it together to burn its all.
I guess this is all I have now.
A worthless title.
I smoked to look cool.
Now they call me the best at it.
A trap open to all.
A phone without a pin.
Like prison, caged, my new home.
Look now I’m writing going to school.
I did it to look cool,
Now I’m an addict!
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