Addiction Game

They say nothing is better than the love from a mother's heart,

though she refuses to stick around, and only tears me apart.

Some days it hurts, and I push right back,

Others I follow her, desperate for that love I seem to lack.

Her affection I crave, only seems to sting,

Lies and corruption is all she knows how to sing.

Year after year, I hope for a change,

Though needles come first, in this addiction game.