Memoir of an Addict

Spilling blood

On this paper

Slaying my conscience

With words written

Such a painful art I present

By slicing the flesh of emotion

Bit by bit

I bleed through this ink

Not for amusement

Nor for attention

It's just an addiction

To feel sorrow

Through the quill

For agony has become

The food for my thought

And heartache

Etched upon my soul

Silent scream

Embedded between the line

This is who I am

An addict

For words of misery

-Jessa