New poem i wrote about addiction

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My medicine you help me concentrate and compensate the pain

It courses through my vein to my brain

Yeah you are the only thing that keeps me sane

Im getting overwhelmed with this artificial feeling

It gets me so high i can touch the freakin ceiling

Im a slave and a sad excuse for a human being

Im bleeding from the inside out

Dad dont look you wont be proud

But my happiness i found

Its cheap and turns noise into sound

And sound into music

this feeling is fantastic

Until the cat is out of the basket

And it turns into a habit

Welcome in the hole of the rabbit

Everything you feel here is magic

But the reality is tragic

A classic…..

junkie dopefiend

Thats Me