What is this bondage—a feeling, a vice,A drink, a drug, whispers of sweet escape?They told me, “Be clean, don’t chase that life,It shatters your soul, destroys those around you.”Yet here I am, cracked and broken,A puzzle with pieces lost in the dark,Trapped in this mind, a cell with no bars,Walls closing in, suffocating the breath.
Thoughts like poison drip, a slow decay—Lies feed on my hopes, deceit in the shadows.
I spiral down, head spinning,What’s next? Where’s the way out?Why does my mind play these twisted games?When will I find peace?
I see his face, my past self, so bright,What words fall from his lips—Disappointment, a mirror reflecting regret.
One drink, the voices begin to dim,A numbness wraps around each thought,Two drinks, the chaos quiets,I can breathe, but hollow echoes remain,Just a shell adrift, no weight, no spark.Three drinks—who am I now?I forget the innocence that once was,Sitting in silence, what’s the next step?You’re an addict, they say, look at your father,Weakness woven into your being,Thoughts flood in like waves, crashing,“You’re not enough, you’re just like him.”
I promised, swore I’d never tread that path,Clawing at the walls, fingers raw and bloodied.One joint, the fog rolls in like a cloak,The voices fade, but the cycle starts anew.Two joints, silence falls, the breath returns,Yet one whisper remains—“When will this end? Am I truly him?”Three joints, stillness consumes me,Alone in this cell, I peer in the glass,A stranger stares back, trapped in a shell,Afraid to feel, I cling to numbness,So here I remain, caught in this pattern,My addiction, a promise to myself,A question lingers—what have I become?
