Limited Life

Addiction.

I used to love hugs,

And singing, and kisses.

Now, controlled with addiction,

My smile, she says, she misses.

The doctor has confirmed,

There will be no tomorrow,

I've lost all hope,

Hope for nothing but sorrow.

Nothing will save me now,

All I can do is cry.

The same questions

Always asked,

“Why are you doing this?

I don’t want you to die!”

“Don’t you worry,

I’m better now.”

I smile,

I lie.