Obsession

It is an obsession

That I am ashamed of

An obsession

That I have tried so hard

To quit, but never can

I am drunk on the feeling

Of bliss, of calm

Of the silence in my mind

The drugs provide me

With a sense of false security

And even faker control

It helps me to forget

The dark things of my past

And violent reminders

That I have not escaped

I am not proud of my obsession

Bave itut I need it, cr

Because it is the only thing

That tethers me to this world

Of horrors, that seems like a dream

Author's Note

Written for my friend who was obsessed with drugs. He told me this is how he felt.

Reviews

[priya]

speak about your obsessions, think about them, speak your hear tout, it doesnt matter if anyone understands or not. If they dont undertand the message it was never meant for them anyways. But what one needs to do is to accept our dreams and passions and follow, because they take us to great heights and make a person successful in their own right :)