My friend is an addict.
I watch them struggle,
Day after day
With the Darkness;
The Void that forces them
To look externally for what
They lack inside.
Love.
Attention.
Purpose.
They seek gratification
From outside,
A fix to feel better
To feel anything
To keep the Hunger at bay
For just a moment,
Even if it roars back
More ravenous than ever.
My friend is an addict.
My friend
Is me.