Confessions of an addict

As I’m lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling, I figure out Time has a way of being painfully revealing. I’m quitting you. I’m giving up my deadliest addiction. I only wish my life thus far was but a work of fiction. But it is not, this I can prove. One just has to look at me to see the scars that cross my heart that no-one else can see. As I’m lying on the floor and craving my medicine: I have quit you but you’ll always be my Mary Jane, my Heroine.