Addiction
Addiction
What is my purpose
I am a person of value
yet I'm so worthless
Keeping up with the Joneses
is it really all worth it?
I don't think so!
Everyday is the same
I know I shouldn't complain
I have nothing and no one
and no one to blame
but myself!
Honestly, I'm tired of it
of always being alone
seems nothing makes me happy
My only solice is in a bag
or wrapped in plastic
How pathetic!
I guess you could say
this is the life of an addict
this is my life and I'm an addict
Addiction is something that
just happens,
no one ever really plans it
Please forgive me!
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