I am exhausted by my addiction. I am exhausted of the lies, the pain in my nose and my chest, I am exhausted by how not exhausted the addict in me is. It lies there dormant, waiting for me to relax and then curls around my ear whispering to me, moaning in my ear like a lover.
I listen to it, I moan back. Under the hand of addiction, I beg. I surrender my soul, my body, my everything to chase the high I was promised long ago. I still haven’t found it.
Pray for me.