It all started with just one try
A trial that couldn’t hurt a fly
My conscience tried to monish me, but I thought I could be sly
“Don’t do it a second time!” but I didn’t see a reason why.
The actions of a couple of time, metamorphosed into an habit
In an unanticipated manner, I was swept off my feet
I can’t control it anymore, totally engulfed by it
Made yearly resolutions, thinking it would wear off a bit
Tried rising by strength, praying earnestly with my soul
But again and again, am fallen into this shit hole
My freedom, my well-being, all has it stole
Without it, I feel like am sitting on a gigantic burning coal
Am so tired
My peace has been fired
It gives momentary pleasure as though it were hired
I get ashamed of myself, downcast, whenever am sobered
Who can save me from this menace?
I feel like am walking on death’s terrace
The pain of not being able to stop, burning in me like a furnace
Please who knows where I can find a solace?
I want to be free
It has tormented me beyond bearable degree
The right steps to follow I need you to decree
Believe me, I really want to be the real me
HOW DO I DEAL WITH ADDICTION?
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