My Addiction
My addiction is a deadly one. One, I'm not sure I can kick.
With or without the drug in my body, I become all kinds of sick.
I can't break the nasty habit, can't seem to just say no.
I'm disgusted with myself, feel so dirty and so low.
I can't seem to find the self control to leave that drug alone.
It's filling my soul with darkness and turning my heart to stone.
It started real out slow and progressed intensely over time.
I got so consumed and screwed up by this sickening addiction of mine.
The cravings got so bad. The drug was wearing off too quick.
Now I had to be high all the time to keep myself from getting sick.
Enough was no longer enough anymore. My cravings never seemed to ease. So So I had to take even more of the drug, to feed the starving deadly disease.
It started to control me, taking over my body and mind.
It almost took full possession, to it would be forever confined.
I finally got to a point, where I thought I might OD.
I knew if I kept going this way, it would be the death of me.
So I tried getting myself sober. A new start , living my life clean.
But the painful withdrawal involved suffering, severe and quite obscene.
The side effects much worse then the drug I kept on using.
Making the battle for sobriety one I might be losing.
See the drug that I was taking, the toxic substances I needed to ingest.
That consumed me so completely and had me so obsessed.
Was LOVE, an addiction with no rehab. There is no pill or miracle cure.
It may not have killed me, but it destroyed me that's for sure.
So now I vow for the rest of my life,
my drug taking days have come to an end.
Love will never be that bitter pill,
I become addicted to ever again.
Copyright © Athena Plante | Year Posted 2022
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