The Addiction
I feel like screaming,
when I hear the things that you do.
I feel like crying,
knowing what it does to you.
I feel so helpless,
not being able to help you.
I feel vengeful,
when I know it is they
who are doing this to you.
Giving you the means to destroy yourself,
with a single sniff,
a one time puff
or a needle pricking skin.
I whish I could rid you
of this self induced demon,
that rides you bareback,
leading you deeper into sin.
Your life being wasted,
once the drug have been tasted.
Why did you have to get involved with this?
The child I once knew,
now lost to the ages.
The man you became,
with so many faces,
so many shadows
that claim to know you by name.
What have you done to yourself?
What have you become?
Allowing addiction to sink its teeth
into your tempted flesh.
Shying away from those who love,
and those who care.
As you fall deeper
and don't seem to care.
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