Triggers

Pain & sorrow of my soul.
Was this your goal .

This world is harsh and full of haters.
Why did you have to feed the gators .

They  feed on hate , fear & shame.
I've grown tired of that game .

Let em starve on love & hope.
As long as we stay off the dope.

Yes they will starve. Starve  To death.
Unless I feed them  meth.

If I do they will grow.
To a size beyond control.
I may as well be a man on the row.

They hate & hate & hate  some more.
Will  love be  enough to even the score.

One hit, one line now your mine.
Two now four now eight I'm fine.
one more time.

The pain remains and now,  it's worse
Hope is all that kills this curse.
Love  and hope ha. I need a nurse.

Why oh why didn't I see the triggers.
I am an addict , I guess it figures.