Addiction

The urge is strong,
This feeling great,
The pain is strong,
I create my own self Hate.

The bottle is just sitting there,
Full of little white pills,
I try to resist,
But my addiction kills.

I take a few,
But agitation grows,
It takes a while,
For all the feelings to go.

This addiction has raged,
For five straight years,
I've butchered my brain,
And become my worst fear.

I try to hide it,
But it shows upon my face,
How can they see my addiction,
And yet ignore all the pain I embrace?

This hurt sears within me,
I wish I could fix the past,
To become the person I could be,
Before this little white pill becomes my last.

I can't stop it now,
It's out of control,
I need some kind of help,
Before I'm lying in a 6 foot deep hole.