My Friends Like to Toy With Me

I don’t remember the sound of excitement

or the taste of sorrow

Depression left me on the side of the road

and Ambition doesn’t want to hold my hand when I cross the street

Danger left me with too little fear,

Caution only tightened her shackles

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Loneliness likes to squeeze my wrist at parties

when Insomnia gets a little drunk

Anxiety is a hypochondriac

and she lets Guilt quiet her cries for help

I’m addicted to emotions

but get just as high off of feeling numb

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-Bree

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Random little piece from my creative writing class. I want to try and post more on here, try to get back into the rhythm. No promises though, college is a bitch.