My Bestfriends The Enemy
hope feeds my obsession
and these pills are my addiction
hide my tourtered skin
scared from all my sin
my hand warpped around your glass neck
keeps me craving more
and when your gone
ill hide you with all my secrets
i found your other face
disguised in my sympathy
im bleeing your betrayl
my mistakes are getting whispered
are you the devil with an angels face?
poem by Lex Brown
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