Is it still a relapse if it never really left you?
It just lays dormant, giving you something to run to.
Is it still recovery if you’re haunted by your thoughts?
It just stays quiet, waiting till it’s all you’ve truly got.
Is it still not an addiction if it’s what keeps you alive?
It taunts you every day, like its what you need to thrive
Is it still just a psychosis if you never hear real voices?
It sits in the corner, making all your choices.
Is it not a depressant if it never fills you with dread?
It whispers in your ear and makes you wish you were dead.
Is it an obsession if you feel it’s a way to cope?
It is the very thing that takes all your hope.
Is it still a fashion trend if it keeps you all alone?
It consumes you while you hang against a porcelain throne.
Is it still a phase if you’re falling in love?
It is the person in your life you’re always thinking of.
Is it really an anatomy if you feel it deep inside
It is the aspect that makes you scared to show your pride.
Is it really a happy face if even its small smile is fake?
It is the smallest thing that can make a person break.
Is it really a wall if it can be broken down?
It is the kindest of words that can make a smile from a frown.