THE DRIVE

I won't tell you
to get help, it will
probably push you
away, even if the good
in you wants to stay,

but it's the drive,
that's long and hard,
hearts you discard,
quick to disregard,
signs of a soul
starved of love,

sometimes, it's easier
in the pain, than to wipe
away the stains, abstain,
from the truth, to hold
response in less regard,

there is no mask,
there are no gloves,
only the buzz flowing
through your veins,

is never enough,
is never enough.

Author's Note

Addiction, overdose awareness