Damn…

This shit feels like withdrawl…

The way a fiend scratches an itch he really doesn’t have ‘cause he’s yearning for his next fix…

Insane…

Like an alcoholic without his drink to flow through his veins…

So sick…

Like the hoe who stands on the corner- not for the hell of it but with a motive- trying to suck a dick or lick or fuck a trick just to get money and many times to remove the pain…

I deny the 12 step program to rehabilitation, say to hell with the obvious and without hesitation, remain…

Remain in this nothingness we call love…

It feels like withdrawl…

I passed stage 1 and admit that you are no good for me…

Yet I stay and see if things will change…

I rearrange myself and my life for you, make sure I don’t miss not a dose of you, but everytime I have you, you hurt me…

You make me feel so damn good…

At first…

Quench my thirst, feed my need… for you…

Then something happens where somehow I lose you…

You slip away and I feel that I’d rather be in a hearse than be without you…

How stu-pid can I be?

My feet starts pacing thinking of you…

And my heart starts racing dreaming of you…

Fiending for you…

Sweat pours from my pores as I remove old sores to inject another vial of you…

Ooooh, you feel so good…

For the moment…

But later, I will feel worse than I did before…

I can’t stop though…

I don’t know why but I just can’t stop…

I rock and I cry…

Why can’t I shake this addiction?

Fuck tissue to dry my eyes I need you…

Pulling my hair and biting my nails, I need my high…

I can’t bear to deal without it any longer…

I need to get stronger but I am so weak…

Again and again and again…

When will it end???