Silent

Can you see below the skin
The silent addiction that drew me in
Imaginery money on a bet
To win the million I will not get
Heavy breathing and heavy 
heart
Chasing the dime on a horse and cart 
Unseen cuts inside my head
It would have been easier to have bled
To see the pain that I have caused
Because of the time and love I’ve lost 
All to to chase that fake life
That I have now without the strife
That silent addiction