Convinced myself to start writing again; (Tues @11:34 pm)Addiction . Everyones addicted to something,Something to rid their pain;Some get to dangerous levels,Letting their brain run a life consuming game.With shaking nervous fingers, Some crave for a taunting kiss;So some hold a razor to their skin, Their pain is taken out on their wrist. Others take a less bloody road,A little three inch orange &' white stick;It releases so much stress with one breath,Its nicotines life taking trick.Vodka, tequila, whats your poison?Others wash their pain away with sips;Drinking bottle after bottle, Alcoholic breath staining their lips.For most pain can be replaced by a temporary substance,But addiction will make it secretly continue;Is this cut, breath, or shot your last?Is whatever it is worth letting others lose you?