Dear Addiction

Dear Addiction, could you please stop knocking on my door?

I already have your dirty syringes scattered about my floor.

You keep on telling me that I want more

But I’m not very sure.

When you pierce my skin everything stills

Even though I hate it it feels so much better than the pills

I don’t want to do anything you have taken my will

Not only that, you’ve taken everything, including all of my dollar bills

I know that feeling of dry mouth too well.

They tell me that I can stop but honestly, I can’t tell

Right now it seems like the only way out of this is a bullet shell

I don’t know why I crave you when you bring me so much hell

When you crawl your way back into my veins

Those first hits of pleasure make me go insane

I start to remember why I got on this crazy train

But then I remember just how badly you’ve fucked up my brain

I wish I could get your illness out of my head.

They tell me that I am one twentifith of a gram from ending up dead

Yet no matter how many warnings are said

You seem to be the only reason to get out of bed.

I have lied for you.

I have whored for you.

I have done for many awful things for you.

And I will most likely die because of you.

Dear Addiction, why do you make this so tough?

They say that abusive relationships aren’t made out of love

And I know the way you treat me is rough

But I cannot help what I love.

They say that all you do is harm.

Yet when my happiness comes into me through a needle in my arm

And my brain tells me that I should be alarmed

All I can do is crave your harm.

Your harm makes me feel like I am whole.

But it also seems to drag me further into the hole.

It seems that you have taken my soul

Getting you out of my life is a faraway goal.

Dear Addiction, you’ve hit me with a huge smack.

You’ve shown me how easy it is for life to get out of whack

I probably should have stopped before your first attack

But you had seen to put my life back on track.

Dear Addiction, you fill up my hunger.

But at the same time I’m starting to feel more and more like a jumper

I hate you more than I’ve hated any other

You are my most hated lover.

Dear Addiction,

I’m giving you an eviction.

I never even gave you any permission

To take away my ambitions.

Dear Addiction, I want to send you away.

But you are still knocking at the door where I stay

You always do know how to get your way.

Time to go back to my decay.

Dear Addiction

Stop f*****g knocking. I’m coming!

Author's Note

I have never had a drug addiction, but I have seen many people and talked with many people who do struggle with heroin addiction, so if you see something that I got wrong please tell me. I did my best to have some empathy and feel what an addict feels