As an addict,
Can’t promise you that I won’t overdose.
Just a thought I felt most won’t show others.
A thought hidden deep within every mind,
Every mind where silence can be heard.
A sound so eerie to the Average.
So comforting for the Insanely Addicted…
What purpose do I have writing this?
Maybe someone hurting deeply within,
Can read this and realize how deadly and cloudy of a vision,
It is to keep moving forward when any drug takes possession of their soul…
Forcing their hand to throw away the drink on rocks,
Or that joint their fingers had locked down,