That Thing Poem by Wandering Scarlet

when im down
i turn to that thing
because that thing makes me feel good
but it hurts me
but i love that thing
that thing seems so pleasant
but its evil
but it feels so good
and i cannot part with it
but i hate that thing
its killing me
but i live off it
i cant live without it
yet i cant live with it
why did i trust that thing
it cheated and lied to me
now i cant leave that thing
i need that thing
that thing will dig my grave
and bury me alive
i live and die for that thing