Split. A poem, a different kind of addiction

split


I can feel you
- a second part of me
that others never see

So cruel when you enter my mind,
never leaving –
always reminding –
self destruction is the drug you push
staying until I get my fix
“…shoot me up” I beg
so you will leave my head

We are so very different
- you love yourself for being strong
- I hate myself for being weak
- whatever you do is right
- whatever I do is wrong

When you are with me
I know no bounds
I feel no pain
and there is my high
you make me NUMB
and for that I run into your arms

I open my eyes
…and I think you've gone
…and fear returns to haunt me
so I close them
…and you're back again
…and hit me up once more
and all goes blank