“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell.” ~ Unknown
For some of us, it is a person or relationship. Some of us reach for a substance while some of us get our highs from behaviors or ways of thinking. Addiction isn’t a “one size fits all” kind of definition.
We reach for something—anything—in our time of need to help with the pain, to help us escape if only for a little while.
This is for anyone who has suffered from any form of addiction:
I was a pyromaniac,
Thinking you could give me all that I lacked.
I danced with the devil everyday,
Doing anything to keep the demons at bay.
I danced away the nights until I began to burn.
Danced and danced as long as my racing heart yearned.
I was miserable—case adjourned.
Habitually in search of my next high,
All the while, I was merely getting by.
Admitting myself into a different kind of slavery,
Mistaking highs for bravery.
Constantly pushing my issues under the rug,
Embracing the damn devil in that ever flammable hug.
I was a pyromaniac
Doing nothing but putting myself under attack.
Author: Emily Cutshaw
Image: @emilydaniele09 on Instagram
Editor: Leah Sugerman
Copy Editor: Travis May
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