Hooked

I see you,

It clouds your mind, 

and you try to hide,

what is inside.

Attached to it,

Can't let go,

Refuse the help,

The need has grown.

You look at them,

Past them, through them,

Where do you go?

No one seems to know.

Does that bottle drown the pain? 

Or inhaling make you think?

You're getting drained, 

You don't see that the fallout

will be great.