Addiction.

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Have you ever felt the agony,
of holding a blade to your wrist,
of raising the pills to your mouth,
of fitting the noose around your neck perfectly.

have you ever felt the misery,
self-mutilation,
self-hate,
depression.

have you ever witnessed the pain,
of someone who falls,
someone who cries,
someone who is scared.

have you ever been a healer,
of the broken,
of the crying,
of the paranoid.

oh, you haven't? not yet?
you have no room to judge.

Not until you have felt the misery,
Not until you have felt the agony,
Not until you have felt the pain,
Not until you have witnessed the pain,
Not until you have been the healer,
of the damned, of the dead, of the broken

you have no room to judge,
you have no words to say.

their words swirl in our heads,
taunting and teasing.
their faces fill our minds,
and paranoia fills our hearts.

"they don't love you"
"you're worthless"
"you're horrible"
"they want you to DIE"

those poisonous words creep into our minds,
our poor conscious minds.
and we grip them tightly,
since it must be true.

we've been hearing it all of our pathetic lives.

and sometimes,
only sometimes,
we can make the thoughts go away.
They travel in our blood,
in our veins,
in our mind,
in our hearts.