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ADDICTION
I'm your child, or spouse, or friend.
But I've changed.
I donât belong to you anymore.
I donât care about you.
Not in the way you want me too.
I care about getting high.
I WANT to get high.
I will do ANYTHING to get high.
I LOVE getting high.
I NEED to get high.. and I will step over you to do it.
When I look at you, I donât see YOU.
I see a means to an end.
You have money.
I want it.
End of story.
I donât care if you canât pay the rent.
I donât care if you need groceries.
I donât care if you promised not to give me money again.
I donât care if you lie to Dad.
I donât care if youâre broke.
Sell your rings, take a loan, sell your electronics, max out your credit cards, borrow the money from someone else, because if you donât, I will STEAL it.
I WILL find a way to get HIGH.
You think you can CHANGE me, or SAVE me.
But you're WRONG!
Something cold and dead slithers in me.
You can CRY all you want.
Your tears won't change anything.
I have no integrity or values.
My morals are a thing of the past.
I will say anything, do anything, hurt anyone, to get my next FIX.
Although I play the game with you, make no mistake.
I donât play it because I care, I play it because I want my DOPE.
I'll tell you what you want to hear,
I'll promise you the world,
I'll look you in the eyes, and I'll break your heart.
Over and over again.
I donât have a heart.
I have a HUNGER.
Itâs calculating and manipulative, and it OWNS me.
In a strange way, youâre thankful for this.
For when I need something I find you, quick!
Then when Iâve gotten what I want from you, I leave.
Youâre anxious without me.
You offer to buy my food or pay my rent.
By now, your NEED is almost as great as mine.
I canât stay SICK without you.
You canât breathe without ME.
You think youâre helping me.
You believe youâre making a difference, but what youâre really helping⦠is my ADDICTION.
I wonât tell you this, but you know it, deep down.
If we keep going like this, one or both of us will die.
Me from an overdose, that you paid for, and you from a heart attack, or stroke.
Youâll wait YEARS for me to change, or see the light.
You keep my secrets and protect my lies.
You clean up my messes and bail me out.
You love me to the exclusion of EVERYONE else.
But I'm not the only one who changed
You're bitter and resentful.
You hide from your friends and isolate.
Your world revolves around one thing only⦠ME.
But will your LOVE ever become greater than your FEAR? Would you be strong enough to reach out for help?
Will you learn to say NO?
Will you allow me to experience the consequences of my actions?
Will you LOVE me enough to feel your guilt and stop enabling my addiction?
I lay trapped with within the confines of this cold dark, serpent â addiction, and I am⦠dying.
I saw this on the internet. I do not know who wrote it…but I thought by reading it, it may help someone.
Robin
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