Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry

Pull of Addiction

I promised I'd be stronger, I swore I'd let it go,

The pills, the crutch, the comfort that I thought I didn't need to know.

But here I am, hands shaking, as I stare down at the line,

Wondering where I lost the fight, when did it cross the line?

They said it would be easy, Just walk away and heal,

But they don't know the hollow ache that nothing else can seal.

The world is loud, relentless, and I'm too tired to stand,

So I reach for what I know too well— that bottle in my hand.

Each pill a fleeting answer, a moment of release,

But in its wake, a tidal wave that shatters any peace.

It pulls me under slowly, whispers promises so sweet,

And though I know the lies by heart, still, I admit defeat.

I clawed my way to daylight, I fought to break the chains,

But the shadows creep back softly, filling up my veins.

I try to push the darkness out, I try to close the door,

But every time I stumble, It's harder than before.

They say, "Just stop, be stronger, Why can't you just be free?"

But they don't see the battlefield that rages within me.

Each day's a war, a struggle, to make it through the haze,

To fight against the whispers that beg for one more taste.

And when I fall, they judge me, They say, "You should've known."

But they don't know the weight I bear, the fight I wage alone.

I'm not a failure, just a soul lost in a ruthless fight,

Trying to find the courage to make it through the night.