I don't have a drug problem
I have a pain problem
This reoccurring feeling that never ends
It seeps deep into my loins
A-n-g-e-r
Every single letter pulsing through my veins
Anger hate and pain all one in the same
And I look back at my life and realize the shame
I could have avoided
But now deep in my chest is where the void is
All these emotions contorted
In various shapes and motions
Hearing my thoughts rebound off the walls
Of my mind like a handball player with 7 arms
the 7 sins which poison my heart
How glutinous i am, For I can never get enough
The pain is my favorite drug
The sloth that I become
When my emotions are ripped open and undone
How I pray to God for money and wealth
Hoping that in some ways it will help
But my envy, my yearning for what you all have
Happy lives with love and passion
Yet I only dream in lust of physical satisfaction
Hooked on the feeling of dissapointment
Yet I cannot rehab from its strength
I swear its the only drug that keeps me awake
Drunken because of tears
High because of my levels of anxiety
Over time I have lost all sense of piety