Thoughts...

Addiction is a nasty affliction,

A moral conviction.

Constantly running my thoughts,

Stomachs always in knots.

Cravings too strong,

Never know when they'll come along.

Part of me wants to stay clean,

My Other part wants to run from the scene.

Feeling like I'm living two lives,

Hoping everyday I will survive.

Because addiction is a nasty affliction.