I've got to stop
I’ve got to stop.
I’ve go to stop.
Got to stop doing it.
But it’s so hard.
This fatal addiction that has turned my life into a nightmare.
Ive got to stop it.
What was once so innocent.
Now traps my heart, cages my spirit.
It controls.
Bends my will at times.
Ive got to break it.
The emptiness comes and goes.
No longer will I allow it to engulf me.
I will fight it.
I will grab it by the neck and choke it to death.
You are not my friend.
When I’m weak, and all I have is you.
I will turn my back.
I will suffer.
I will starve you until there is no more.
I will not let you trick me.
NEVER AGAIN.
You are not me.
You are evil.
You are demon and you are dead.
I will fight until the day I am free and whole.
Then, I will look at you, and spit in your face.
I will say, "God has delivered me, and so you are gone."
You are not me.
I am me.
I want what I want.
I need what I need.
Demon in me, your days are numbered.
The light in me shines through your thick darkness.
You may cloud my mind again.
Im ready, Im prepared.
This last battle.
This last time.
It can only lose.
It will not win.
Im gonna stop it.
Its gonna end.
by
TalmadgeB3posted on 04/01/2008
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