The monster

If u never fought the monster
Then will never fully understand
Why My tears are running down
My face
Right now.
When I smell u
I itch.
When u see u
I can taste.
But never will i touch you
Again
I know I won't stop
I will die
I will ruin
Everything I built.
Took me years
To find my path
Now here u are again
In my face
In every place.
Everyone has dipped their toes.
Not everyone came up for air.
Im watching from the outside
In
While u drown.
I can't save them.
Only god and self control
Will save them.
I am breathing
For me
I am fighting
For my future
I am weak now
I am itching
I am craving.
I believe in myself too much
To give up years
Of happiness
For u.
The monster
Is real.
The monster
Is growing.
The monster
Will always
Be in the back of my mind.
The monster
Isn't a game
The monster
Isn't fun.
It will take every
Peice of ur soul
Until ur a zombie
Until there's nothing left
Don't play with the monster.
Don't laugh.
Ur looking  death in
The face.
And shaking his hand.
The monster
Is real.
The monster
Is growing.
The monster
Is death.

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[Chris]

Nothing is ever free... but we seldom realize before hand just what the real and perhaps final cost will be.

But ...justthisonce, justthisonce, justthisonce....