All of That

I feel addiction grasping me,

It has been for years, 

Always in different forms. 

 

                                     I cannot handle that. 

 

I want to die,

Not to leave, 

But to live. 

 

                                       They cannot handle that. 

 

I hate that I'm a burden while I live,

But, if I leave,

I'll be blamed for my mistake. 

 

                                         I am troubled by that. 

 

My family is in one house, 

But it's not where I feel at home, 

It's not where I belong. 

 

                                          I am hurt by that. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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