Did You Say Something......I Was Busy Injecting Some Thoughts. Poem by Lucas Pate

I jumped to the conclusion of you calling me weak.
But you were right.
But it's a different type of weak.
Not of strength,
But weak in the brain.
Everything gets to me.
It's slowly breaking me down.
You see small glimpses of it,
when i spazz out.
I over think everything.
It's eating at me.
Sooner or later there will be nothing left of me.
It's as addicting as drugs.
Once I start thinking I can't stop.
Sometimes I find myself hallucinating.
I'm going to overdose.
Someone please help me.
It's killing me.
I must stop this addiction.
I wish i could say I'm dreaming,
but I'm not.
Help me find the cure to this addiction..
There you have it,
you were right.