addiction:
"a compulsive, chronic, physiological or psychological need for a habit-forming substance, behavior, or activity having harmful physical, psychological, or social effects and typically causing well-defined symptoms upon withdrawal or abstinence"
~Mirriam-Webster
addiction
is the feeling of
finding comfort in
the cold bottle against your lips
the sharp edge of the razor
the emptiness in your stomach
the lump of the pills in your throat
pretending
they didn't help cause
the very pain you're using them to escape
addiction
is the toxic partner
you stay with
even though you know
you should probably shouldn't
part of you scared
of what they'll do
if you leave
and the other part of you
just wanting to feel warmth
however inconsistant it might be
but the bottle doesn't hear your pleas for help
the razor can't remember your dreams
the scale won't hold you when the world is crashing down
and the pills don't know your name
addiction
is lighting a dwindling candle
for the brief
dim
illumination
in your sea of darkness
while ignoring the hot wax
dripping onto your skin
beleiving
that somehow
eventually
the fire will love you back
instead of flickering out
and leaving you burned
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
addiction:
"a compulsive, chronic, physiological or psychological need for a habit-forming substance, behavior, or activity having harmful physical, psychological, or social effects and typically causing well-defined symptoms upon withdrawal or abstinence"
~Mirriam-Webster
addiction
is the feeling of
finding comfort in
the cold bottle against your lips
the sharp edge of the razor
the emptiness in your stomach
the lump of the pills in your throat
pretending
they didn't help cause
the very pain you're using them to escape
addiction
is the toxic partner
you stay with
even though you know
you should probably shouldn't
part of you scared
of what they'll do
if you leave
and the other part of you
just wanting to feel warmth
however inconsistant it might be
but the bottle doesn't hear your pleas for help
the razor can't remember your dreams
the scale won't hold you when the world is crashing down
and the pills don't know your name
addiction
is lighting a dwindling candle
for the brief
dim
illumination
in your sea of darkness
while ignoring the hot wax
dripping onto your skin
beleiving
that somehow
eventually
the fire will love you back
instead of flickering out
and leaving you burned
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