The bitter taste of serenity
The pleasure of my guilt
The loneliness of peace
The paradise I have built
The weeks feel like days
The years feel like months
Occasions turn irrelevant
Relationships turn blunt
I watch my whole world Crumble
My conscience is not phased
I definitely don’t need therapy
Don’t tell me that I’m crazed
Next week will be different
The lies I tell myself
Addiction is a mind set
I fucking hate myself
The mind a temple
But temples they can fall
It’s time to kick the habit
Or the habit will take it all
The path that I am walking
I feel I am alone
I have no one to talk to
I have no place at home
I scream out loud for help
But only I can hear
If you could see inside my mind
You’d likely shed a tear
And as the days go on
It seems to last much longer
Reality is a fantasy
It’s grip is getting stronger
So as these words conclude
Be weary where you tread
Your love could be the difference
Of Wether I’m alive or dead
