I'm Your Disease
I hate meetings. I hate Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program. To you who come in contact with me, I wish you death and I wish you suffering. Allow me to introduce myself: I am the disease of addiction. Cunning, Baffling, and Powerful, that's me. I have killed millions and I am pleased. I love to trick you with the element of surprise. I love pretending I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort, have I not. Wasn't I there when you were lonely? When you wanted to die, didn't you call me? I was there. I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love when I make you numb you can neither hurt or cry. You can't feel anything at all. This is true glory. I will give you instant gratification and all I ask of you is long-term suffering. I have been there for you always. When things were going right in your life, you invited me in. You said you didn't deserve these good things, and I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all the good things in your life. People don't take me seriouserly. They take strokes seriously, heart attacks seriously, even diabetes they take seriously. Fools that they are, they don't that without my help these things would not be madepossible. I am such a hated disease and yet I do not come uninvited. You choose to have me. So many have chosen me over reality and peace. More than you hate me, I hate all of you who have a Twelve-Step Program. Your program, your meetings, your Higher Power. All weaken me and I can't function in the manner I am accustomed to. Now I must lie here quitely. You don't see me, but I am growing, bigger than ever. When you only exist, I may live. When you live, I exist. But I am here...And until we meet again~I wish you death and suffering.