All of That
I feel addiction grasping me,
It has been for years,
Always in different forms.
I cannot handle that.
I want to die,
Not to leave,
But to live.
They cannot handle that.
I hate that I'm a burden while I live,
But, if I leave,
I'll be blamed for my mistake.
I am troubled by that.
My family is in one house,
But it's not where I feel at home,
It's not where I belong.
I am hurt by that.
This poem is about:
Me