Withdrawals

They didn't say it would be this way. They promised happy sober days. But the world I lived in, was not lined with plated gold. I had to consume to fill a void, no self love means self destroyed, and the world I lived in... grew fast as I grew too old. When all I felt was violence, almost died, then finally chose silence. The peace feels like a sin... I just might give in and fold. Addicted to lows and highs, with my life masked in disguise... need so damn badly to win, and kill this demon that I called home.