Withdrawl

My body constantly shakes.
My mouth is dry.
I'm sweating profusely.
I have hot flushes.
And cold flushes.
The sun hurts my eyes.
I'm nauseas.
I can't eat or drink anything.
This is addiction.

I am addicted to coke.
If I don't have it, I can't function.
I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
But I am addicted to coke.
It used to be a habit.
But I couldn’t stop.
Now it’s an addiction.

I'm tired.
I have no motivation.
I can't get out of bed.
I need coke.

It sits there.
Staring at me.
Never looking away.
Enticing me.
Never letting me forget it.
And I can't.
I'm addicted.

I stopped eating.
I lost contact with my friends.
I never left the apartment.
Only to buy more.
Sometimes to work.
I needed the money.
Coke isn't free.
It’s expensive.
And I'm addicted.

Rotten teeth.
No more curves.
Just scrawniness.
A guant figure.
A shell.
Addiction.

People laugh.
Yes I'm addicted.
To coke.
Not the drug.
The drink.
Coca-cola.

It is my addiction.