My Addiction

I never really understood how people became addicts. I still don't. How do you let something destroy you, yet smile so widely when you get that fix? I don't quite get the meaning behind it, how can something so damaging, bring someone such immense pleasure? So I did some thinking..... I cried, just a little. (empathies tears) I screamed from the rafters. (for all to hear) I threw my fists up. (high towards the sky) I knew what mattered. (I was no longer blinded) I knew that I may never understand the needs of an addict. But, I do know a little something about the needs of me. My addiction, you ask? Is simply stated: Happiness.