Freedom

(a poem)

I consume,

 The substance consumes me.

A life less painful than my own…

The sensation alone,

Addiction itself.

I become someone else,

Other than myself.

I have this choice,

It is simple and free of pain,

Yet I know nothing is truly painless.

This life unlike my own,

This experience unlike my own,

It is my choice,

My freedom.

Where there is no real freedom,

I have this freedom from myself,

Freedom from a life I do not wish upon anyone.

I have this alone.