I don't understand this sick circle
This rather twisted game we play
You act like you're oblivious
And I take drugs to mask my own decay
Can't you see the truth
Or is being blind easier than seeing what you've made
You created this monster that is me
With every promise you chose to break
Maybe I'm just bitter
Or maybe I'm still hurting a little too much
Either way I'm slowly healing
It gets Easier With Each Dose of drugs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem