Addicted

Addicted
Just one drop,
And then you think you’ll stop.
But that’s not the case.
It comes back and slaps you in the face.
Soon you are addicted,
And you hope you don’t get convicted.
The next step is taken,
And your heart is breaking.
You know it’s not the way to deal,
But it releases all the pain you feel.
Then you try something new,
And you cope that way too.
It doesn’t matter which method you take,
Each is a big mistake.
A bottle or a razor.
Each lethal no matter which one you favor.
A week goes by,
And you no longer cry.
You don’t feel the sharp blade.
You don’t taste the “drink” you made.
Thinking about the stress makes you cut more deep,
Or makes the drink a treat.
No help is around,
And you don’t make a sound.
You may find a new way out,
But you still don’t shout.
You find someone to talk with,
But you suddenly become stiff.
You fear the rejection and even more the pain,
So nothing you say.
You may lay your problems down at the alter,
And you falter.
You wonder where He is,
And how you can overcome this.
You wonder why He is putting you through these tasks
If He knows you sometimes hide behind a mask.
You ask ‘Why me?’
But for some reason you know it has to be.
You feel He has done this to you
And you forget what His Son went through.
Soon you just lose faith in Him,
And you continue to sin.
You don’t know how to back down,
So you ask around.
You reach for the drink or razor one more time,
Didn’t you know it was a crime?