Addiction
Suffercating in sadness,
As I hurt myself again.
Letting the needle puncher,
And bringing the demons in.
The substance starts to flow,
Right inside my veins.
A sudden rush of happiness,
But then it's gone again.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
That's all I seem to do.
Tomorrow will be the same,
I can guarantee that's true.
It makes me feel so hollow,
Right there deep inside.
A feeling of judgement made by myself,
A feeling I can't deny.
I'm hoping for the end,
But knowing what I must do.
To redeem myself for my own past,
And pull my body through.
Giving me salvation,
That I desperately need.
To make myself a better man.
To rid myself from this horrid disease.
© P.A.Nelson
As I hurt myself again.
Letting the needle puncher,
And bringing the demons in.
The substance starts to flow,
Right inside my veins.
A sudden rush of happiness,
But then it's gone again.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
That's all I seem to do.
Tomorrow will be the same,
I can guarantee that's true.
It makes me feel so hollow,
Right there deep inside.
A feeling of judgement made by myself,
A feeling I can't deny.
I'm hoping for the end,
But knowing what I must do.
To redeem myself for my own past,
And pull my body through.
Giving me salvation,
That I desperately need.
To make myself a better man.
To rid myself from this horrid disease.
© P.A.Nelson