Addiction

I found a poem yesterday that describes my feelings towards my addictions. Im not gonna name them, but I can tell you they arent good for me. My boyfriend is trying to help me with one of them, and Im trying, it just sucks.

That Familiar Feeling (addiction)

My thoughts escape

The cage I tried to put them in

My hands shake

Trying to keep it at bay

I look around

And find myself some solitude

Crying on the inside

Unable to fight back this addiction alone

I see it there

And it entices me

I fall into its grasp

Only for a moment

A measly moment

Of sinful pleasure

With my eyes to the floor

And my body hunched over

I return from my aloneness

Back out

Like nothing has happened

It has

And it hurts

Im ashamed

And stuck

Like a fly

On sticky paper

The spider of sin eats me slowly

How can I like that?
Because I can always return
to that familiar feeling.