I danced in wild flowers
I climbed up fierce trees
I couldn't keep from dying
From my perfect disease
I thought that it was simple
I had it under control...I could stop
The addiction just got bigger
I realized I had become lost
I cried to the heavens to help me
I cried to them begging them "PLEASE!"
But nobody would save me
Nobody could cure me of my perfect disease
I remember the rain falling
my hair wet and matted from the weather
I was crying into my boyfriends coat
It smelled of maryjane, smoke, and leather
I thought that I could do this
It was way out of my league
Nobody can cure my perfect disease
I stopped...
I quit...
But it haunts me every day
How hard it is...to stay away
You look at everyone else, and they seem to get through it with ease
But truthfully everyone suffers from the perfect disease
Author notes
947. My perfect disease
A contest entry
- 1000 Titles. by Antebellum.
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Comments
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Only thing negitave I can say about this, it that the word 'I' is over used.
switch it up a bit. ex;
"I cried to the heavens to help me
I cried to them begging them "PLEASE!""
change to maybe
I cried to the heavens to help me
begging them to
"PLEASE!"
make it where "I" is used less often,
I really like the take you took on this title though.
great write; thanks for taking the time to enter.
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