Addiction

A Poem by PoeticPrince

The white lines seem to be slowly taking over my mind and life.

and as hard as I try to not let this happen, it's overpowering me and its very hard to say, that this is the very truth, the truth that I see but still allow to be.

My happiness only comes to reality when I'm high out of my mind, and my sadness more quickly then i thought comes rushing back when what we call "crashing" has the power to take over me.

when I say "crashing" let me tell you exactly what I mean.

It's your physical, emotional, and mental state of being placed without your will out of normal reality.

It's the blurred vision, the seconds before you are passing out, the forcing yourself to eat and drink that you realize why you continue to constantly do more and more of those sweet white lines.

Now what I'm telling you is not a joke or a dream , yes society it's the hard baring truth of a sad reality.

© 2015 PoeticPrince

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems

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Srchaud

Yeah that covers addiction pretty well.
Something so sweet that kills us a bit at a time.
We all have white lines, the white lines of strech marks from too much eating. the White lines of a TV from doing to much nothing. The white lines of scars both pysical and mental from those we hurt. The white lines of vomit from another hangover or the white lines of the drag of another cig.