Night came and swept your soul away
Staring at space left behind
The depth of your vacant body is heavy
Wish I had the strength to save your sick tortured mind

Happiness does not come packaged in prescription bottles
Or plastic baggie, top carefully sealed
It cannot be found at the bottom of empty shot glasses
Or finished beer cans, that is not where it's revealed.

Joy will not be found rolled up in a joint
Not discovered in a small cardboard box
Or scattered among powder lined on a mirror
I have scoured many vials stocked with shiny rocks.

Smoking herb might cause you to laugh and smile
Hallucinogens can open your mind
Fun feelings fade you'll feel worse than before
Without aid of drugs contentment will be hard to find.

Soon you will spend time chasing chemicals
In form of a ****, tab, straw, or syringe
Whether you puff, eat, snort or shoot
It comes down to the same unhealthy binge.

Do not waste your life wrapped in burnt-up foils
Foraging through crumbs for a shroud of hope
We all have different ways of escaping
Some fall too deep and never climb back up the steep *****.

Her fingertips were Icy
and her eyes rather glazed.
A desecrated body                                                                          
with an endearingly brazen face.
Meandering flesh, rich in mortality and fable.
Her skin mapped a journey,
juncture she could no longer able.
Scared arms marked moments,                                                        
of suicidal salvation.
Unwary and wide eyed,
too juvenile to be taken.

Why are you careless, determined to fail?
Making choices that will end in a coffin or jail,
Is it because you're destined to lose?
I'm telling you, you get to choose,
Stop pretending your outcome hangs in fates hand,
Like cause and effect is something you do not understand,
Want you to realize you are wrong,
Expel items in your life that do not belong.
I am tired of this stupid act,
You're smarter than this, that's a fact,
It is easier to turn a blind eye and play dumb,
Than admit the dope is making you numb.
So go ahead, waste minutes on a couch,
Attatched to your bloodstained pouch at another filthy trap house.
I'm sure that's where you're at right now.
You whine and complain, put all the blame,
On life like it's got a hit out on your name,
The reason you're in pain, is you doing things the same,
Repeating mistakes, you make your brain insane.

HOOK:
You are one bad day from your collapse,
One angry outburst before your patience snaps,
I can tell you are done, can't take any more,
Will you pick yourself up? Or remain on the floor?

The power is yours, become what you want to,
Life is a voyage, captain is you,
You could leave it behind and run away,
Or hang in place, this cold state where you stay.
You wish for money, too much dope to count,
Instead of willpower to go without,
Losing yourself, you do not care about,
A ******* thing besides not running out.
Even after being sick a million times,
You chase the rush, you're addicted to the life,
You crave more than the temporary high,
Chaos, the constant pursuit to feel okay inside,
Plus it is a steady excuse for your lies,
The old you I knew completely died.

(HOOK)

Maybe someday you will decide
To stop using drugs, live your life right,
It might be too late, and any good left inside,
Has been killed by ******, you're just another homicide.

ad·dic·tion
əˈdikSH(ə)n/Submit
noun
the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity.


Step back a second,
before you judge,
and let me tell you the facts,
of addiction to drugs.

People think it’s clear cut,
that you chose to be an addict.
That the bottle, or needle,
is just some kind of tick.

They don’t know the fear,
when you’re not in control.
When you’re crying, while using,
and it’s ripping you’re soul.

They don’t know the feeling,
when you start to hide it away.
It’s a secret, I’m fine,
just another day.

They can’t see the battle,
of you versus your mind.
When you’re scared you might die,
but you try to act fine.

They don’t know the feeling,
when you know that they know,
and they don’t say a thing,
as you watch their disappointment grow.

They don’t know you slept,
on the bathroom floor,
passed out from your drug,
because you shut the door.

They don’t see,
you pushing your sides.
Checking your organs,
hoping today you won’t die.

Your fingernails are pink,
thats healthy right?
You don’t have a problem,
your eyes are still bright.

Who are you fooling,
they see the weight loss.
They know somethings wrong,
but it’s a bridge they won’t cross.

Now your on your own,
fighting your own brain,
trying your best to stop,
but you’re going insane.

Your addiction has won,
and you still try to fight.
That’s what no one sees,
is that you never lost sight.

That voice in your head,
that person you used to be,
has been drowned out,
by that addictive personality.

You want to apologize,
to simply beg for help,
but the shame stops you,
because you just blame yourself.

You didn’t choose to be this,
and you wish to take it back,
but you don’t think they’ll believe you,
because they can’t see the cracks.

Please don’t judge me,
I don’t want this at all.
I wish you understood,
that I’m against the wall.

I want my life back,
I want it to go away.
I never wanted to disappoint,
I didn’t want to be afraid.

Help me.


If you are having addiction struggles, I urge you to contact the helpline 1-888-508-4193.  There is no shame in admitting you need help with something you cannot control. I wish the best for you all.