Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Am I sick? Or am I fake,this path I made its all a mistake. Keepers finder's, finders keepers, one by one I'm closing all doors,
turning my head ,Dont know direction. Looking for the sweet taste to help my confliction, the pure drain to end my pain.
Is this sick ..you may say ..in my world this is my addiction. My answer to cope, my answer to everything.. Leave not behind for I can't even die..why must I be saved when all I am is here nor there ,nor saved ..just placed