Poem

I'd like to share a poem i wrote. It's how an addict will always be an addict you might get rid of the habit but the cravings will always kinda stay if you know what i mean?

ADDICTION

addiction never leaves you 

it stains like blood

that rushed down your arms the day you felt stuck in the mud

it was the only way you had ever known how to cope

like cleaning your mind with soap

you can scrub as hard as you can but addiction is a stain you'll never get out

you picked that rout 

you can't get rid of it and thats you fault 

like blood stains 

addiction stays