There are so many things in life <br />One can become addicted to, <br />Resulting in a lonely strife, <br />And so unsure of what to do. <br />There's no quick fixes, no sure cures <br />To stop oneself from self abuse. <br />And so the living hell endures, <br />Body, mind and soul - a recluse. <br />But help is in the way of we, <br />In coming together to share <br />Life's ups and downs in unity. <br />One can get well because we care. <br /> <br />We are addicts anonymous. <br />If you are one, come join with us.<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-88/
