I feel shame like one,
Detached from my family and friends like an addict.
I drown in pain like one,
Praying for the hit that brings the end like an addict.
They tried to say that beauty makes me worth more than the rest,
When my poisoned blood erodes my bones I guess they'll love me less,
Just wait until they see my rotting mind blister my flesh.
You can tell me that my pretty face does not reflect my habits,
But when I look into the mirror I'm still staring at an addict.
©amarishail
©rosayde
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