The Power of Addiction

My heart beats fast when the rush of the high begins. I can’t control the rate of which I breathe. Only the rate I consume. When I take a puff, drink, sniff; a peek, I rise from this doom I have brought myself to.

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For when I rise, I fall. Every great event, eventually, has tragedy. I fall in a fatigued state; can’t pull myself out. While I fall, I wish the high never happened. I wish I never gave into these human desires. I wish I had the strength to stand tall.

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The problems I faced; then ignored, came crawling back. I sit in awe, while I realize I became the problem and held myself back from success. I could have solved the impossible equations that would have brought the correct answers into my life. Now I’m just out of the fight.

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There’s no hope now. I wasted my money, time, efforts; resources. Yes, resources. That’s what I need. More substances to put my troubled mind at ease. For this world is too much to bear. My cares, my worries; my problems will fade away, if I just take one last hit of this dirt for one more day.