As a drug that was shot into my veins
I am dependent on you each and every day
I constantly ask myself “why not change?”
But all I get is mournful regret From asking such a stupid thing.
I am not able to live without my drug
For there is no other reason to live, but for love
But in my heart a guilt remains
From committing an addiction that will never sustain
My heart, for I’m weak
I get jealous too easy
And I panic and worry
For being left from the beginning
My life is but a vapor
So is there any point to live?
Much less take what’s left of my heart and always to the drugs give?
Will this ever stop?
Heartache and turmoil?
Heaven awaits me, and is my survival
From the Hell on Earth that I constantly feel.
The unstable desire, of the drugs to fulfil
My thirst for more and
More and more poison.
Infecting my body for the God Forsaken reason
To be something, to be
Held, loved, and cherished
For I’m not an object that is to be played with.
So will you my drug, take this and run?
Or will you stay and never leave like me some?
Fickle minds, will one day ruin me.
And empty words that say “I love you”, will be the death of me.
Addicted to a Drug that can’t be erased,
Its a necessity, I need, that won’t be replaced.