addicted

My habits are frustrating
I keep tryna refuse it
But at the bk of my mind i say to myslf
Its my fix i need to reuse it

Abusing myself not worried about the bruises
My life is a dungeon
There is no gettin clean
Darkness all around
Gettin high is my lifes daily routine

No bathe, i stink my breathe beyound horrible
For six days i havent eatin n im starting to wonder
Im lost...lost without a clue
Clueless to the ppl outside
Numbness to the emotions i hide

No where to run
No where to lay at night
I scream loudly
Where is my fix?? and I yelled it with  all my might


Rutheless i was
A problem i became
No one could help me
I was a addicted to dis game

Days became weeks
And weeks became months
My last hit took me, without a fightin punch