I knew

I knew what would happen,
Once I picked up the first blade.
I knew I would crave it,
And it would be what sends me to my grave.

I knew it’d be my addiction,
The only way for me to breathe.
I knew It’d become part of me;
A part no one would see.

I knew at one point that I’d want to stop,
But I wouldn’t be able to.
I knew that I’d become sick,
With an addiction that I could not stop.

I knew all those things,
And accepted them as they were.
But what I didn’t know was,
You’d be there and my addiction would become a blur.