Random poem i just decided to write

Addictions

This habit-

No, this addiction-
Is slowly killing me
Or am I doing that myself?

I escaped it once
I made it two years
But in a moment of weakness
I lost it

All that time
Gone

I don't think
I have the strength
To escape again
Or to even try anymore

Why should I stop
If it helps me
And I'm not hurting anyone else?

It gives me a sense of control
That I don't get
From anything else

Or is it an illusion
I created for myself
To justify
What I'm doing?

Maybe my subconcious
Realized that I'm only
Screwing myself over
In the long run?

Should I stop?
Probably.

Will I stop?
No.

After all,
Why should I try it
When I know
No matter what I do
I can't win?