...

she was hurting me and they

all thought she was

helping me

she was hurting me and even I

failed to see it

failed to perceive it

failed to feel it

she fed on my weakness

she delighted in my slumber

how did I not know

that she was

part of my trap

how did I not see

even though some told me

and those to whom I escaped

they too

they too became enemies

one by one

they became ill

one by one

they too fed in to the hate

one by one

my own blood

turned against me

one by one

I lost them

I cannot say that

I am shocked now

it was bound to happen

it was coming

how can I come from them

how can I be a part of them

how can I be related?

where are my loved ones

where is the understanding

where is the compassion

where is the close

where is the love

where is the friend

where is the heart

where is the fun

my addiction,

it has been taken

like a pruned tree am I

of my sick and rotting branches

I am free now from my drug

my comfort

my familiarity

my own family