Addiction

Addiction So many things that buzz around, But in my head there is no sound, I can’t think or even feel, I don’t know what is fake or real. No more sometimes and wasted nights, They always end in this mental fight, I need to free this I need to see, That what I’m doing is not me. The strength to fight this flees away, Yet in my heart my courage stays, I must get better it will begin, I will cleanse my heart from this sin. And though I write with a doubted heart, I know there is more than just one part, I can change and you will see, Just how much you mean to me.