Is this really love?
Should I keep holding on,
or give up?
Feels so right
yet feels so wrong.
It's like a drug.
A hit, a line, a needle
got you feeling fine,
but inside
its killing me.
But I don't care,
it's got me floating in the air.
With every dose I do
it makes me fall
further and further through.
It's evil in disguise.
It'll get you hooked
with just one look
in its deceiving eyes.
It'll make you feel free,
but in reality
it's making you weak.
It's turning you insecure.
Pretty soon you'll be helpless
lying on the floor.
Beauty can be a lie.
Just because something seems nice
doesn't mean there's not evil
hidden inside....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem