I take a hit.
My body warms,
I feel elated.
I crave you.
I need you.
It starts to hurt.
Friends judge.
They reason.
I quit you.
I relapse.
Again I am elated.
I crave you.
I need you.
Regret.
Guilt.
Pain.
Cries.
I take another hit.
I am addicted.
No one suspects.
I hide you.
I crave you.
I need you.
You hurt me.
Regret.
Guilt.
Pain.
Cries.
No reason.
No certainty.
Secret comfort.
Temporary euphoria.
I need help.
Your love is my drug.