It is powerful - horrible - dreadful - wicked.
It is a dark., black, suffocating, evil thing that rapes you every chance it gets.
It is the most farthest away from having even the smallest amount of anything that might contain any goodness, or purity or happiness in life at all.
It is devouring me. It is drowning me. It is deafening me. It is darkening me. It is deceiving me. It is dulling me. It is lowering me deeper and deeper into it’s never-ending pit. hole. crater. cave. hell...of death....
...It is slowly making me unable to help myself..... denial..daft..damp... death... damned. guilt-ridden. soul stealing, deep, nonstop, dreary feelings.
IT is a dagger in my poor heart.. and I surely know it has made me put two or three in yours, as well.
“IT” is ADDICTION.
I wrote this 15 years ago when I was extremely addicted to meth. I quit cold turkey after finding out I was pregnant.
