lost in his addiction

He sits alone in a his four walled box,


The only place he can trust his thoughts,


He finds the needle that will soothe his pain,


As he sits alone in his four walled box,


Tossing and turning he regrets so much,


Feeling the sorrow that's soon to subside,


As he sits alone in his four walled box,


His grief and pain are leaving for now,


He smiles and laughs as if it were never there,


As he leaves the safety of his four walled box,


Everyone stares at who hes become,


Begging in pleading him to end this now,


But he always finds his way back to his four walled box.