YOU ARE MY DISEASE

THe Pain and LONELINESS

of ADDICTION.

DEAR MY DISEASE,

You did all that you promised,

And dare I say more.

All besides kill me —

You demand me of more.

I can still feel you in me,

Laying dormant and strong.

Though I hate to admit it,

You are where you belong.

So I refuse to forget you,

Or underestimate your strength.

I am strong but not stronger —

Knowing this keeps me sane.

Remembering your intricacies,

Those that led to my demise,

Is what helps me remember

I was you in disguise.

If I'm good and you're evil —

Where do we stand?

No longer as one;

I belong in God's hands.

So I'll throw in the towel,

As you roll up your sleeves.

Tell you that you've won,

If it puts you at ease.

And as long as you're in me,

How will I be free?

By remembering you're in there,

And that you are my disease.

By Kaitlyn Rippon