Fictional Disease

About my struggle with drug addiction

My mind is currently
A vast sea
Of empty promises,
And dishonesty.
I look at myself with disbelief;
A fictional disease
Has engulfed me.

Now trembling,
I start to see;
Bound by shackles and harnesses
So I can't speak.
The truth I try to retrieve
So urgently,
But its too far from reach

I can no longer breathe,
Who I am I can no longer be,
From myself I try to flee
So desperately.
I stumble,
And fall onto my knees.
I look up at the sky, 
And pray to God "Lord help me, please!"

Author's Note

What do you think of the "flow"? Perhaps I am using the wrong word... the rhythm? Aaahh... regardless, this isn't my best, I wrote it right off the bat. I do love me some good ol' criticism!