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You took my gift, to feed your habit
if only in solitude, I wish it was given.
Addiction so strong your blinded by the wrong.
I stay hollow, giftless and palms full of empty.
Heavy is your load
you carry your purchase.
A transation you stole to make..... from
my pockets, my purse, my mind.
No peace
Your stickey fingers constantly over power and rob me.
I am left nothing
Questions cloud the room
in it I hide
Up and down this roller coaster
"please let me off this ride".
Dark, gloomy, sad
walls of brick
Inside are no treats,
inside only tricks.
I close my eyes
I began to pray.
Grown up I am free
to right the wrong of previous day.
Addictions Stop!!!
Here my gifts
Overflow
Now that habit, bad habit
Blows away....... from STARVATION!!!!
