Junkie

In four months I became a full on addict. My story is the same as many junkies stories. A familiar tale of losing friends, job, loved ones, health issues. My addiction to my drug was my own. The dependency I developed and the euphoria that it gave me. I didn't want to let go. It started out innocent enough. I tried it and thought I could control and handle how I felt. My first taste hooked me. I couldn't get enough. I became consumed. My friends and family tried to stop me. It wasn't good for me and they knew it. They could see what I couldn't. I didn't listen. I was in love with my drug. It made me feel good. I eventually became completely dysfunctional. I waited around for my next fix with an increasing amount of isolation from reality. I lost control of my life. It had to end. It wasn't healthy and I wasn't strong enough to quit. He was. He ended it. He took my addiction away. He seen the problems I was causing and he took my drug away. My drug wasn't meth, cocaine, alcohol, painkillers, weed, no it wasn't any of that. It was a person. It was him. Someone I loved too much to the point I lost myself completely. I'm trying to recover. It's hard and it hurts. A lot of people won't understand and I'm not sure if I do. Anyone with an addiction or suffering from a form of dependence on something will understand though. This painting represents how I feel. I hope someone likes it and gets it :)