Abuse

This is about my struggle with the addiction to the vices I have in my life.

Abuse

I wish the things I inhaled could consume me

Fill me, permanently. 

Make me feel like there's something 

there

Not only defining me but keeping me

together

Maybe that's why they call them "substances" because you tend to

turn to them when you feel empty.

Or when everything you built on your own has tumbled to the

ground as a result of your own twisted doing.

And the only glue you have to piece the puzzle back

together is that substance.

But for some reason...

that substance doesn't seem to love you or need you back,

because it already has you deep in their firm grasp.

It's inside you now

filling you, just how you wanted it to before.

And now, you breathe it in, just like air.

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[Tbear]

THAT is so raw, so truthful and so stirring... I want to hug you! Do you wish to perfect this piece of writing or leave as is.. I look forward to reading more of your work... write on..