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I Am Addiction




I’m past it,

Don’t need it,

Don’t want it,

But what am I without it?



It’s still part of me,

Tattooed for all to see;

Little lines of pain,

Worming into my brain.

My only friend,

Will be my sweet end.



I need definition,

What makes me myself?

I want to be put on a shelf;

Just define me by my actions,

My scars, my abstractions.

Show me who I am,

Who you want me to be,

Hate me,

Love me,

Save me,

Kill me;

Make me

Me.



My old comfort,

My old joy,

Red itching scratch,

And the sentiment I attach,

Dragging me down

And making me fly;

Making me laugh

And making me cry.



Is it addiction?

Is it compulsion?

Is it wrong?

I know it’s not right,

But if I ended it tonight,

Would it really matter?



I’ll never be past it,

Always need it,

Always want it,

Because what am I without it?





A/N: Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. :)

ALSO I think this will be the last time I post here on FicWad, for various reasons, but I will continue to post (as I have done these past few weeks) over on my deviantART: http://coldkid.deviantart.com/