What is addiction?
A small child calls out from the crowd
Her voice isn’t loud
But it breaks the silence
And someone replies and says
It’s the violence
Within our own minds
It’s the loss of sanity
Left behind
The gun with one bullet
Aimed at the head
That slips so slowly through the air
And doesn’t make a sound
As if it were underwater
It’s like when the pencil runs out of led
And the writer can’t get out of bed
Because they have nothing left
But just a hollow pencil
Just a hollow body
No mind
No words
Like a bird
That can’t fly
Because he spent his wings on the temporary high
But, above all these things
Addiction is a sickness
That makes you feel total bliss
But only for a minute
Because after it leaves the body
It leaves you feeling spotty
Because you can’t remember a thing
And you know nothing but the feeling
Of your mind peeling away
And falling into the ocean
Losing motion
Of the land
Because your hand is shaking
And every breathe you are taking
Feels like your last
Until you feed the addiction
With your need for a substance
To take you away
From the pain you feel every single day