Category : Poems

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Inside, I'm a mess.
Outside, I even look it.
Always, shaggy hair and eyes that look defeated.
I've wronged a lot of close people
Yet I don't think I deserved how y'all did me.
I said things that hurt them
I couldn't process my own plus theirs anymore.
I grew tired of checking on people
For no one ever checked up on me. 
I started to seclude myself,
Then got lost to the point I grew addicted to searching for quick fixes and I don't mean drug addictions. 
The last person I was interested in
Finally forced me to look deep.
What I found, was that I switched my drug addiction with the addiction to quick fixes. 
I found that I stopped reaching out.
I found that I'm a mess
So now, changing again, but this time, hopefully, I can overcome the addiction.