Addicted to the Pain

Where is the comedy in all this bullsh*t

Can I find humor in my life, this mess

How do I smile when I know I am part blame?

I’m responsible for the condition of my life, living on seems insane

This shits funny, but I am not laughing through the pain

Life's a highway he said, so stay in your lane

Hold it in the road, don't lose grip, don't get suffocated by the pain

My presence in this life, like an unwanted stubborn stain

Washing my sins over and over, yet remaining the same

Until I just give up, stop doing the same things, expecting different, the definition of insane

But there is something that tickles a little, gives me a giggle, erases the guilt, wets my whistle....realizing...maybe, just maybe I am addicted to pain.