The Fight I Am ALways Fighting - Addiction..
Every time I bleed...
The silence and confusion is destroyed
with the roaring sound of emotions which were bottled up
so that others would not judge me..
I end up feeling happier...
Like everything that I have know -been made to believe-
doesn't matter or count for anything anymore
and I am free to be myself instead of hiding..
But then the addiction kicks in....
It leaves me drained, ashamed, wishing I wasn't me,
and craving for the next piece of 'freedom' it may bring..
Even though I try...
This addiction will not stop.
I can't stop..
I can't stop bleeding..
And even though I may say I'm fine
and look fine..
I can not and will not stop screaming on the inside...
It always brings me to the start again..
The fight to stop...
Even though I try ad may slip up...
I gain something....
The will and the knowledge to help others who may fall into this death trap...
The silence and confusion is destroyed
with the roaring sound of emotions which were bottled up
so that others would not judge me..
I end up feeling happier...
Like everything that I have know -been made to believe-
doesn't matter or count for anything anymore
and I am free to be myself instead of hiding..
But then the addiction kicks in....
It leaves me drained, ashamed, wishing I wasn't me,
and craving for the next piece of 'freedom' it may bring..
Even though I try...
This addiction will not stop.
I can't stop..
I can't stop bleeding..
And even though I may say I'm fine
and look fine..
I can not and will not stop screaming on the inside...
It always brings me to the start again..
The fight to stop...
Even though I try ad may slip up...
I gain something....
The will and the knowledge to help others who may fall into this death trap...