Part 1


Why do drugs,
His smile does the same thing to my insides,
It’s my own personal high,
I just keep chasing that first one,
The one that gave me hope that maybe we could work,
It didn’t show me all the ways I messed us up.

But here we are,
I have nothing left to hold on except the pictures in my mind,
The ones, which for second, make me feel like I’m in a better place,
A happier one,
When life actually felt like a movie,
But then bam, the high is gone,
The truth is what is left to haunt me,
All I can feel is my heart break into smaller pieces,
And the quivering feeling returns,
The smile is gone, all that is left is tears,
Something tomorrow,
No one will ever notice.

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Their is someone that I pushed away along time ago and it is something I have regretted for years.