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.
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