I am listless
as I climb inside the blood
that harbors within my veins
addiction slumbers quietly
I am in search of another dose.
Your name
drags in my heart
your touch lingers on my skin
like a drug you infected me
leaving me addicted and betrayed.
Hollow,
as a true addict would be
combing through the memories
like a fiend in search of a hit
I make the effort to quit
yet fail once again.
Have I hit bottom?
this I am not to sure
as I have bent to my knees
begging for the mercy of my heart to heal
and my eyes to adjust to the dark.
I become comfortably numb.
Asking myself,
as I peer into my reflection
"who have I become"
the answer lies inside the drug
like a true addict I lean on it
for support for relief
and like a true narcotic
you abandon me in my time of need.
I see what is not there
as you blind me to reality
like a hallucinogenic
you create an illusion right before my eyes
making me believe the UN-believable.
I have slammed you into my spirit
and you have stolen my identity
as I become just another junkie
and you become just another lie
as I overdose on your deception
I am listed as just another suicide.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well unfortunately this is how entirely too many addicts end up, I know I used to be one. When I seriously considered suicide for about 3 seconds one time I knew I had to stop.
I went to AA the next day and have been sober for God willing 5 years on Oct. 1st. Well written... Scott



