My addiction. When least expected.

The residual emotion that haunts me is my drug.

Like an addiction you haunt me when I least expect it. You creep up when I least expect it, and our relationship is only you. Only what’s wanted is given to the victor and like a shadow you take me with surprise. You always win because on the highest of highs and the lowest of lows you wait patiently as I live my life to unexpectedly steal everything from me. I know you are my warning signs and my wake up calls yet you do it in a way where I only feel the feeling of throbbing pain. I want to push you away because I’ve embraced you and we knew how that went. A gun to the head and a empty bottle on my bed. Yet.. I can’t get enough of you when you take hold of me. I am your hostage and I have Stockholm syndrome.

Why is it when ever I feel alone you are the only one there to comfort me, with open arms to embrace me. Why do you feel so comforting? Yet so sickening..

Depression.. I can’t be with you anymore.. I can’t continue this abusive relationship.