The feeling of being defeated, and broken I cant help but cry. I watch helplessly, as my life falls apart. The taunting voice inside my mind, triggers that urge to just get high.

I’m sure many of you, are left wondering why. I will begin, by telling you about my master, of an evil kind. He controls my body, soul, and my mind.

I wasnt the only one that obidded by his rules. But it was to late, when I realized he was stealing my soul.

Thanks to my master I am now somebody I hate. I walk around, ashamed, as my master dictates.

His control never ceases. Even when I think I'm free, it’s only a matter of time before Im back under his wing for...