in my addiction
some addicts like to sip the cider others get a fresh needle in thier vein
but me I'm so much more complicated
in my brain my addiction entertains
it is my friend my companion
guarding and tainting my thoughts so well
i never see the light black filth all around
never can walk away from the worry and place it on the ground
i love my addiction but not like it loves me
its not loyal you see
so many flaws in my thinking
and all i get is hate and anger
but it keeps me safe
or so i tell myself
the easy way out
is to never try
the thoughts will never die
so each day as i hold my head up
i ask myself why
This poem relates to anyone who has been there. Nice Read.