Meth Please take me away from this You know that without you I cannot exist I can only continue in this repetitious cycle of meaningless shit For, now it is the bottom that I have finally hit Why do you have to torture me so You knew at first glance that for you my life I would blow Because I am the tortured, the puppet, the weak And you are the immortal, the master, the one for whom I will always seek Ask me to beg and I'll be on my knees But all that you have proven to be is a tease Somehow you manage to thrive off my pain While incessantly fucking with my brain Oh, but you are so great Please stop ignoring my cries, for you I can no longer wait Once again I declare this my last day without you And, tomorrow, my life will start anew You will be here with your omnipresence To shield me from the pain at which I once winced
Reason for writing:
my goddamn addiction
Birth sign: Aquarius
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