Empty space.

A hole in my heart.

Nothing can fill it.

Nothing could work.

 

Craving,

wishing.

My mind is consumed,

I have to have more.

Wanting,

needing.

Desperation turning to sweats.

Shaking,

whimpering.

Just one thing,

one thing to fill this hole.

Thrashing,

screaming.

Told myself never again.

Crying,

begging.

Can't turn back now.

Relaxing,

calming.

That was the last time.

I swear,

it'll change.

But who am I kidding.

Regretting,

crying.

 

My addiction consumes me.

I am my addiction.

Who can escape themselves.