I needed you everyday,
It is after all the addicts way.
And I’m addicted.
Staying up at night,
Unable to block out thoughts of the next delight.
Shaking and cold and craving.
But I’m no longer allowed you.
Oh , but how my hunger grew.
I’m craving in desperation.
I’m so used to your high.
But now I’m wondering why
I became so desensitized.
And then I remembered
The pain, the anxiety; you censored.
You became my escape.
You were my high when I was low,
The calm when I needed simpatico.
And I became reliant.
But you were destroying me in ways I didn’t realize.
I always reasoned; there’s always the risk of a comedown for a few highs.
And now you’re gone.
I’m coming down and drowning.
A bird with a broken wing.
No longer able to sing.
I need my next hit.
But my drug of choice was always you.
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