Hi my name is…

and I’m an addict

it all started with a pill of misery,an injection of suffering and an overdose of pain

then it became a frequent habit

I’m not proud of my actions

I was drowning in indepth pain

I needed to be numb

because the depression kept visiting again and again

sometimes I wouldn’t hear it come

I became someone else

oh a living shadow of myself

countless times I’ve screamed but nobody came to help

but I do not blame them

asking for help is so overrated

everybody hates it.