Letter To My Addiction
I thought about you with every breath, I thought of how you made me feel and the good times that we have shared. When I was down and sad, you made me feel happy. (or so I thought.) When you left me, I thought I would go crazy. There were times that I got so depressed that I cried. I got frustrated and angry. And there were times that I would just sit and shake. When you first left me, I would get cold chills, yet at the same time I would sweat. I hated this so much. And I couldn't take it. I couldn't go on without you. When you came back into my life you made me feel better again. You stole my soul and made me feel whole again. For this I was forever grateful to you. I knew you were the reason for my happiness, yet I knew it was you that was making me sad. You were killing me and stealing from me. You took away my money and my time. You stole my dreams. You were my master and it felt as though I was literally bound with chains. I was your slave and I could not escape. My friends all left me yet you stayed with me. You changed my way of thinking. You changed my person. I became antisocial. I became evil. When I realized that you were addiction; I knew you were the demons in my life that only I could overcome. I tried many many times to rid you of my life and each time to no prevail. I tried and tried and tried. Somewhere along the way I came to a realization that I could not quit you. This put me into a depression. And I was rarely happy. That's just until I invited you in again. But I knew this was only a quick fix. I knew that I was your slave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.