Addiction.

I hurt, I hit, I make others cry.

I harm, I make you want to die.

But it's not only you who wants it to end,

it's everyone else, but especially your dear children.

The ones you say you love, but at night you beat.

The ones who try to help you and keep your problem discrete.

And you think it's okay because they will never leave.

But you seem to forget your problems make them heave.

You add an extra burden, much un-needed pain.

And it's all my fault because I have this sick pleasure to gain.

But you need me in your life and they know it,

So I'm always in theirs, though they never show it.

They put on a brave face, they don't let me out,

Even when we make them want to scream and shout.

That's right, now we're becoming one.

As they get older you feel shunned. 

What you don't know is that they'll always love you.

They won't blame you, because they blame me for all you do.

I'm known as addiction, I hurt, I hit, I make others cry.

And in the end you get rid of me, or you will die.