Addicted

A poem that I think anyone can relate to...no matter the addiction

ADDICTED

I continue to do it
Though it accomplishes nothing.
I want it.
I don't want it.
I'm addicted.
No happy ending can come of this.
But it's constantly on the brain.
My body reminds me with each breath I take.
I hate myself for being weak.
But I can't help it.
The need flows through me
Like water.
Like blood.
I want it.
I don't want it.
I can't get enough.
I want to be free     
Of this incessant need.
I'm addicted.
I hate myself for being weak.