Why didn't I see it before?
You're the same as the rest.
You became my life-support,
Then cut me off.
You're a poison, you're a drug.
Each time I try to give you up,
I want you more than before.
Need to stop.
Can't help myself.
Bad for my health.
I need serious help.
Can't breathe.
Can't live.
I need you here,
But I need you gone.
Lol, sounds like a really good addiction. Even though it is bad mine you. Cheers love the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I need serious help, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.