Beautiful Suffering II

Your love is a drug so I took the pills. I’m so hooked on you

Each time I try to draw away from You, I get withdrawal symptoms.

I can’t survive even for minutes without You in my veins: it’s like taking in an energy drink.

I’m an addict- I hope You can see.

Even in a public transport, I just ignore everyone around as I take the syringe filled with mystic fluid, tie my soul and inject.

Ouch?

“does that hurt?”, the girl next to me asked.

“it used to but now I’m used to it. besides it’s the only way I can survive”

Though very demanding, I take my pills regularly. yeah, my daily dose.

Through pain, I’ll constantly inject in the only thing I can hang on.

It’s weird but I keep sniffing and inhaling the stuff that drives me crazy, the stuff that gets under my skin; the stuff You use.

I will smoke Your weed because the true legal way this world offers leads me to prison

So I will booze on and get intoxicated by You. You are my drug, I’m Your addict. They honestly think I’ve lost it but maybe they’re right

Because I’ve lost my keys- in the Great Unknown

 

You’re my drug. And my addictions- beautiful suffering.