Sweet little lies, not sweet enough to believe, is an addict ever content?
Will an addict ever know the answer?
Feeding off addiction, but an addiction to what?
Sex, drugs, the abuse- mental, emotional, physical torture inflicted on oneself.
Caring through thin veins, that had been hacked time and time again.
Too close to the skin yet not close enough to make it all cease.
The pain is constant, but why?
Why must one being be shattered and another be glorified?
An addict cannot find the answer when they cannot fully comprehend the question.
Would you survive it?