getting used to using,
the worst of abuses.
oblivious to the
constraining pain, and
self-induced bruises.
I struggle fruitlessly.
eating pills at an attempt
to breathe.
finally feeling free,
yet incapable to leave.
confined to my vices,
I continue,
contribute
to my crisis.
unable, unwilling
to untie the noose
for life hurts so much more
when the rope is loose.