A Drug To Me
My own thoughts are like drugs to me
Giving pleasure to my already twisted brain
Empowering my nostalgic alter ego to see
A plain satisfaction that comes with pain.
A pain caused by the happy times we had
Vivid memories of you are unbidden
They come like a grin when I'm glad
Or like words I don't intend to be written.
Words unsaid confined me inside you
You are all over the places I knew
The more I abstain the more I crave
I'm drowned in intolerance I can't be saved.
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