Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Familiar - Poem 115

I don't want to need this.
I want to stop wanting all these things that are killing me.
My hands shake after taking a hit for the first time in months.
My body feels fatigued.
I hate the way this feels,
But this just feels so familiar.
I want this because I feel so lost without it.
I have had a longing for something I actually know,
Even if it is going to get me hurt.
Even if I will regret it.
Even if it makes me depressed when it's gone.
Because no one knows me.
No,
Stop trying to understand me.
There is a reason I don't let you in.