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.

A dance with my demons I call upon thee,
for a dance with my friend is all I seek.
A companion greedy and selfish as can be,
depicting a life revolving around none other than he.
A partner dishonest, infested with lies,
despite much consequence they still do not try.
An accomplice in front of me, but blind to the eye,
I try to get rid of him but he won't say goodbye.
Persistent as can be and so eager to dance,
I extend my arms yet he won’t grab my hands.
Bewildered and frustrated I've come to see,
that my partner, my demon is none other than me.