Addictions

You breath in smoke, yet again.

Your addiction, a perfect sin.

Flick of a lighter, starting a flame.

A bad habit, what a shame.

you bring the bottle to your lips.

first a drink, the a few more sips.

A simple way to cope, to get throug the pain

a bat habit, that keeps you sane.

You siide a blade acoss your thigh.

trembling hands, as you cry.

Blood covered arm, creating  new scar.

Never thiking it would get tihs far.