18 April 2012
~This poem is about addiction; what it does to the mind, and what it does to the people at the receiving end of the addict's ways. I've been an addict and I have been at the hands of addicts and ex addicts. It's a vile illness and will affect the victim(s) forever.~
I want more Give me more Make it quick, Every day Give it now I don't care how I want it now I want it my way
I'll forget you Other people too I can do just fine On my own Life is just me Leave me be In this bubble That I call home
What? You feel? You don't That's what I do I deserve You just serve You are nothing We are through
No, wait I can't take The complete lack of Your company Please come back Or else I'll crack I need you And you need me
Great, you're mine We'll do just fine I'll do my thing And you do yours But really no I don't think so You'll be my pet With chained up paws
Just another day You let me play You give me some And I take more How perfect is this? Eternal bliss Until you showed Me that door
No, you can't We had a bond It was strong I wasn't too much Now I'm scared And unprepared For this world Without my crutch
You are wrong You are hated How dare you Abandon me I'll never learn I'd rather burn Than be free Don't pity me
The Addict • Opuss № I