The Addict

Start writing...It is bright outside,

But my mind is like the inside.

It is dark,

It is lonely.

Only ever craving for more.

Disillusioned figures called "friends",

Offer poison like candy,

They come to me for fun.

But all they do is take.

My dignity,

My values,

And still I crave for more.

There is only fluff and dirt down the side of the sofa.

There are no coins to gather,

To fund the craving I feel.

A child's cry in the background,

But I do not hear it.

The child is not mine when I am craving more.

No function,

No life.

Only struggles,

And still I crave for more.

The illusion of life has fallen down around me.

I my cry salty tears as I scrape around for more.

The bag is empty now,

And so is my life.