sadfrk

I know a drug addict. I've seen the struggle for control. The sparkling eyes now dead, haunted The ornery grin now a ghost of a smile. The healthy body now a worn out husk So thin...too thin. The desperate look, the aching need But I love it, I need it. I hear this broken melody over and over whining, whispering, dragging on The despair reaching new heights as parents try so desperately to help "Let it go or we won't help you anymore" once again the dance has begun. I can control it, I know what I'm doing Things taken, things sold things broken in fits of rage who loses more? to watch the slow spiraling death or being embraced in vicious cl