Analysis of Addicted

I take the drug to
numb the pain flowing
through my veins. The
drug helps me hide the
sores on my weary soul.
The numbness turns to
pain as I take one more
does to ease the pain.

My soul is growing more
weary as I use to be able
to hide away the pain they
don't need see anymore.
Finally, it is all out of control
as my mood is unstable,
and uneasy like a volcano
ready to explode.

I start begging for one more
dose. Clawing and scratching
just for that one last does as
my fears of living in this world
p*ss beginning to grow. I just need
one more time to trick my
mind into that everything is
alright as long as I take it
just one more time.