Addiction

Surrounded by my own demons.
Surrounded by my own sins.
My addictions have stolen my mind.
My soul has been torn apart.

In the dark I lay awake.
Can't sleep.
The chains that hold me captive leave me craving.
Needing something that holds no love for me.

I have not always been like this.
Living in the dark.
Crying in the night.

I walk the streets aimlessly.
Looking at all the people passing me by.
Wondering if they have their own demons.
Misery built up in their hearts.
Feeling no love for anyone or anything.

That is where my addictions came from.
Hopelessness.
Hard to describe.
Hard to feel.
After a while, you don't feel at all.

Using is the only thing I have lived for.
Years of hiding.
Years of neglecting my heart and soul.
Years of neglecting the very ones who have always loved and cared for me.
I feel so hopeless. Useless and unworthy.

I have prayed for this hopelessness to fade.
Prayed for the one who sets the captives free to release me.
I know that he is coming soon.
I will fall on my knees to the one who stands before me.
He will break the ties that bind me.
He will break the chains that hold me.
My demons will run screaming his name.
I will stand free for the first time in the presence of the
man they call Saviour.