The Disease of Addiction
Through my life I have suffered from the disease of addiction
It has no favorites, it holds no bounds
It pretends to be your best friend, only to stab you in
the back
Life with this disease is full of misery
Misery only you can find your way out of
Once you take control of the disease of addiction
You can have your life back
The things you’ve lost friends, family, irreplaceable
possessions
One by one they will resurface until your life is finally
complete
This disease doesn’t want you to be cured
It wants to stay inside you and manifest itself into the
gates of insanity
And if insanity isn’t enough it will go after your soul
This disease will never go away it will always be
inside you
But there is hope of recovery that choice is up to you
Today I choose to fight the disease of addiction
A fight I have fought many times before
This time I hope the fight ends in my favor
And this disease will leave my mind, body, and spirit
at rest
Written on: April 16, 2009
Copyright © Betty Crawford | Year Posted 2009
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