Addicted Poem by Courtney Harris

Help me to fly help bring me down.
Give it one more try when no one's around.
Wearing a dress made of screams. Black as blood. Red as night.
Living in dreams where things are alright.
Just one swallow and the pain goes away.
Life doesn't seem so hollow when there's nothing to say.
The glass drops and shatters when it hits the floor.
But none of it matters when it's hard to even find the door.
Tears overwhelm sleep filled eyes, blood shot and dilated.
With loud heavy sobs one more round is contemplated.

A knife to drain the pain.
A hit to keep from going insane.
A pill for courage to play the game.
A drink to dissolve away the shame.
Everyday the routine is always the same.