High

It’s high
An uneasy feeling in my chest
I feel it
It’s a pain that is soon to come
When I rush it rises
My head rushes along
A toll on my soul
Who knew it would come

Oh, the guilty pleasures
The high gets higher
I don’t know it
Do it just to fulfill my desires

It’s killing me slowly
Making it hard to breath
Someone pull me out of this hole!
It hurts even more to know

I cry for a minute
I try to fight the tears back
My tears dry and everything’s cool
I’m okay now
Because I know I can make it go away
Soon…