ADDICTED
a few months sober, and I hoped the want would be over. But the yearn I cant seem to hide ...fighting so hard to find cover . I need to get away from 'this but Im missing my lucky clover .
the one thing holding me together I dropped . They told me that what i was doing wasn't right and so I stopped .
Labeling me the strong one because TRUE i remained . But they were wrong , Im the weakest..... I could feel myself craving the pain .
I get it, Im alive I've been blessed But I cant help it , I'm depressed. Need something to mend the stress . Just one more.. I promise . Nothing more nothing less . I need this metal object and my wrist to caress.
I used to be ashamed of the term emo but I guess thats what I am .
This form of need seems to run in the family . Dad was an alcoholic . One of us was bound to be an addict .
I would do it but I don't want to be indicted. but this thing helps rid the pain inflicted . too bad that's the old me, I'll never go back into the dark past. But i will still sit her and wonder 'how did I become so conflicted ' . And why to this metal object I had become addicted
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Addiction
PoetryTo anyone who may have selfharmed. Its a tough fight, its hard, i know ! Even after you've quit the urge is still there, its a constant battle, and I'm not here to tell you it gets better, because i have yet to experience that part. But fighting tha...
