Addiction

i see you sitting there coward in a corner your inner circle of friends do they comfort you when your thoughts bend? does your mind snap like that band against your arm? the needle's pain, is it the same as what haunts you, or taunts you to crave that drug? you laugh, but you bleed again again...again... ...i bleed the same my mind bends and i seek relief among my circle of friends i snap my fingers grab my pen grasp reality relive the pain seek comfort and bleed... poetry again...again... i laugh