Addiction

An emptiness inside,
Boredom so intense,
Exhaustion takes over,
Thoughts don't make sense.

I think of my loved ones,
How they might react,
Or if I loose control,
I could again be sacked.

I tell myself it's fine,
I'll stay in control,
Buy a bottle of vodka,
The devil's taken my soul.

But my thoughts are clear,
I feel so alive,
Out of the darkness,
Maybe I will survive. 
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