The shaking

The crying

The urge to do it one more time


The true feeling of addiction


The worry

The fear

Addiction is ugly


There is no escape


No mercy

No faith

No hope

Nothing goes your way


“oh, just once more” you say

Again and again


It’s like the ocean on a stormy day

You try to swim to shore

But all you get

Is knocked down by waves

And eventually you drown


Your lifeless body going deeper

and deeper into the abyss




You can’t try to push yourself back up

If you have not hit the bottom

Once you are borderline dead

You’ve hit rock bottom

And you are ready to get out

You push with everything you have

Off of the bottom


Eventually you’ll reach the surface again


Just never stop swimming.

The End

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