all of the angst and pain the sorrowness filled within, words felt to only mean the hardest part of an addiction. if there were words that were so insignificant to the action taken i heard them, the fate of my vice. care and necessity were spoken but short lived. cough syrup leaks from the corners of my minds absence like the thoughts which have trapped me for the time being. it feels as though it couldnt happen. comprehension of this such fact is taken in multiple doses. the forces of the unknown luckness work against me, here comes the angst and pain, saturating like the work of da vinci or, the cold undenyable silence between a conflicting pair.. left unfinished for ages to continue. actions of an ignorant troubled youth we have on our hands, but who am i to speak for i have caused the angst and pain among others. one difference remains notable i acknowledge my actions
