It's a funny thing.
You have such a brief second of it until it lets go so quickly.
Yet you have the urge to cling onto the closest thing to it so you can feel 'ok',
So you can feel at peace.
You don't even know that you are doing it sometimes.
You are SO addicted to the drug that you will do what needs to be done for a single second of it.
You will even tune out the cries of the people who care about you,
And strike down anything in your way.
Even when you get to the end,
The prize is never what you bargained for.
The silence is ear piercing,
The contentment morphing into repent and the demons start to crawl,
Cries overlapping and overwhelming you,
Your sins crawling on your back,
Every action and conviction swirling in your mind.
Every push and shove,
Every thing you managed to hurt for something so little.
And that's when you realise,
Only YOU can create it.
Not to an allegiance to an emotion or moment,
But to what you care about.
To what you love.
To what makes you get out of bed in the morning to DO something.
To BE someone.
And only YOU can be content with your own satisfaction.