Addiction of mental affliction

I wake up in the morning, you're not there.
I see you there, on the sofa, cradling your sweet herb.
For breakfast. The usual please?
For now, no longer a treat, this defying addiction of mental affliction.
Your face, oh your once gorgeous face.
Now lifeless, dull, dreary and grey. He's suffocating.
A call for help. A call for help, Please
Your poor, obsessive lost soul. I find myself feeling pity upon you.
I miss you my beloved. So much, I miss you.
This tedious self destruction. How do I stop it?
It's smothering you.
It has taken over.
Your soul is numb. For the demon has ascended.
This is not for you. It was never for you.
You are 25, but who is to know my love.
I wake up in the morning, you're not there.
By Heidi Jackson