The addict

When getting in love with someone, it can end up pretty devastating if you start to become addicted and they leave. A little poem about this..

I'm trying, i'm trying.

My voice is quiet but my soul is crying.
They said i would be okay, if i  just would  stay strong.
But my mind is having it his way, exposing me to how it begun.

Tears are rolling down my face, and gravity is getting it's grip.
On my water shells of time, while regret cannot be skipped.
I see them bursting apart, leaving a mark.
Just like your  love on my heart, and how you left me in the dark.

When i needed you the most, you decided to leave.
And i should have hit you, for being a thief.
The one who stole my heart,and put it in a little box.
To never open it again, airtight in a paradox.

So why do i still love you,  after your cruel deed.
Why am i still addicted, kneeling at your feet.
Why do i want you so bad, when you only showed me despair.
You only made me sad, leaving scars everywhere.

I think it is because you are all i had.
Still using your voice after all i said.
You showed me true darkness, but learnt me that demons don't bite.
That you can live a live, always avoiding the light.

And i started to perish, the moment that the sun goes down.
That the smoke rises high, the night that devours the town.
You showed me the way, and that is what i'm used to now.
It was all i would say, never asking how.

So here i am, and i don't know what to do.
I still need it so bad, it was all i knew.
I cannot live, without that moment in the light.

Feeling perfect, while I actually slowly died.