Head Games


This message contains an actual poem I wrote a couple years back that I randomly stumbled upon while going through old notes on my Facebook. The way I felt after re reading this poem is a bit hard to describe. I was going through a time of testing in regards to unhealthy, worldly relationships, however…

Addicted


To suffer in silence is a pain unlike others, A pillow over your well being that slowly kills you while it smothers A craving that laughs as you cry in the corner. A soul that is lost and frantically looks for it's owner. One pill, one hit, one problem, one regret, One crutch you rely…