Addiction

It is what it sounds like

Sometimes i wonder how i go on without my constant fix. The second its ripped away i feel its low. Without warning i drop. Free fall from heaven, all the way to the stone cold earth. The falling feels infinite; the constant fear seems unending. Save me from this pain of being without. Seeing the ground, will i hit it this time? Will it smash my face into tiny little unidentifiable pieces. The cold unrelenting ground forcing my body into nothing but particles. Waiting, staring at my future if i continue without… my brain is bleeding which is making my skull swell.