Addicted To The Pain Poem by Erick Music

Worthless, Stupid, Dumb, things you said to keep me numb, to my self confidence which no longer exists, to my self torment that continues to persist, its ugly head reminds me of my self demise in the hell my life comprise.

Constant put downs are what are fed, this dish served with poisoned bread. Knowing that this can never work, as hard as I tried failure always lurked. The damage it caused, my life it drained, but always did I return addicted to the pain.

Now at its end I lay eyes closed, as I hover to see all that came to morn, no where to be found is the person that caused this scorn.