Addiction

This blog was written in 2010.

When you feel the craving inching itself deeper into the infected cut within your mind, is that when you know that you are addicted? When you perform the act that your body does on automatic and your mind screams "This isn't right", is that when you know that you're addicted? When your mind takes over and your body reacts by allowing silent tears to stream from your eyes, is that when you know you're addicted?

Addiction. Are we born with it? Is it something that is carried unseen through our blood line? Is it something we create out of our own pure need to 'release'? Is it something we need in order to gain the attention that puts us within the light? Why do we choose the form of addiction that rules our lives? 

More and more people are getting addicted to numerous things... Do we blame the fact that we are alcoholics on our past generations alcohol addictions? Do we blame the fact that we are cutters because the people we trusted and loved have taught us how to cut? Do we blame the fact that we are anorexic or bulimic on the models that prance the catwalk? The blame game is a dangerous game because it is while this game is being played, that people are beginning to lose themselves. At which point, do we lose the person we are meant to be, the person we are and the person we could be? At what point do you say enough is enough?

Just like a fish nibbling on the end of a fishing rod, we nibble at the bait and even though with every bite, it cuts us, we can't help but take that last deathly bite... the bite that in the end will be our ultimate downfall. 

Addiction. Addiction. Addiction. 
When will we be stronger than addiction?
Addiction. Addiction. Addiction. 
The only fight that leaves you fighting against yourself.

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