Addiction.
That is what they tell me my problem is.
Who is to say I really have a problem?
Is it wrong to love something unconditionally?
Is it wrong to smell it? To feel it? To breathe it? To need it?
Affliction.
That is what they tell me I'm going through
But do they understand me? Do I?
All I know is when I'm hurt it's always there.
All I know is it helps me through my state of misery.
Infliction.
That is what they tell me I am doing.
But does it really matter what I'm doing?
It doesn't matter that I'm doing this to myself.
It doesn't matter because I will not stop.
Conviction.
That is what they tell me I must change.
But can I change, even if I wanted to?
I need to have more of it.
I need to have it now.
Depiction.
That is what they tell me that attracts me.
How can I argue with that when it's true?
But it's so much more than that.
But it's so my life.
Restriction.
That is what they tell me I must do.
But how is that even possible? plausible? imaginable?
I cannot restrict my longings, it is worthless.
I cannot restrict my desires.
Prediction.
That is what they tell me will happen to me.
But can they predict the future?
Will I die from this eventually?
Will I find it worthwhile?
