Exhaling smoke, I stare at this pipe and ask why. Just why.. Why does this exist, why didn't I refuse when you asked me if I wanted to try it? Curiosity took over; my neurons are firing and I can't stop thinking about you. I tend to get excited when you skip through my thoughts, hoping you would trip and fall; never making an appearance again.
This is addiction. This is my pain killer.
You are my heroin. You are my remedy.
You are the substitute for my trauma.
-s.s
Submitted: September 29, 2015
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