Escape

"Hello everyone, my name is Matt and I'm a heroin addict.
My story? Well, sure. Let's start with my very bad habit.
You could call me a slave with a dominate master.
A mere peasant to this wicked creature,
A clever spell caster.
You could call me her puppet,
Strung out and along,
You could say oh my God, for how long?
The answer is 6.
6 long years.
Yes, Of course I'm filled with fear.
Fear because of all her relentless wrath.
Fear because her kindness never lasts.
She promised the world.
But that was a trap.
After a month I felt that wrath.
I tried to separate away,
For just one day.
Found out away I could not stay.
The string she pulled,
I got sick.
Family and friends did not understand it.
I was hers,
And she had claimed me.
Never again could I walk around freely.
I realized this was a mistake.
I realized I had to escape.
I start drawing up my plan.
My plan to finally be a man.
To get away from this evil trust.
My plan worked for a few months.
Then it turned into a fucking bust.
She found me again.
Reeled me in.
This pattern relapsed for years on end.
I started to think she was my friend.
For all the trouble to bring me back.
Time after time,
I started to feel like she was mine.
Then one day my account went bear,
All of a sudden she wasn't there.
The sickness arrived once more,
And I went back to the drawing board.
I made my escape once again,
Made my climb over the fence.
And that is why I'm here you see.
All I want is to be free.
I don't want to be a slave anymore.
This was my plan on the drawing board."