Today I openly admit that I am an addict.
I've been Addicted to the sensation and lost in the lullaby.
I've watched my potential dwindle thin.
I've had an overwhelming desire to get clean but no drive to begin.

I've cried my nights away in a withdrawal of sorts.
I've given up on everything except my last resort.

My vice is the most expensive out there.
What does a life cost?
What does a wasted life cost?

The regrets of yesterday catch you faster than you can sleep them away.
When apathy runs deep in your veins.
Pulling at my last straw - my last tall claim.

Today I turned my life around.
Not just another nudge for me to yo-yo.
I've derived a focus and approached my limit.

I'll sweat blood until I'm free of this apathy.
A victim of my actions in this endless tragedy.


My name's Jack and I'm an addict.

if fears could speak
mine would be screaming,
desperately clinging to life
demanding vengeance
demanding attention

perhaps if happiness was attainable
life would be different
i would not fear entering this distraught-stricken
war-zone
i would not fear the enemies
i would not fear the arduous, inevitable
fights over petty
little
things

if tomorrows didn’t come,
i wouldn’t know what to do
stuck in this constant purgatory;
no escape.

they say family is genuine,
family is adoration,
family is hope.
i have never heard so many lies;
family is isolation,
family is loathing,
family is segregation.