Cut straws
Draws
A cut nose
With a #2 pencil
This is supposed to be pleasure
But it is really a hassle
Constant thinking
Becomes a headache
I come down but it is too late
Depressed and unforgiving
For giving in
But an addiction is a vacuum
It sucks me in
I'm sorry but I will never do it again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem