瘾

Obsession easily rules me, and when that happens, my mind cannot function properly (not that it has been doing so).
I can't eat I can't sleep, I can't concentrate.
I want to run to the edge of the world and vomit out the subject of obsession. Get it off my head, my mind, my chest. It's a suffocating sensation, but I choose to hate it. Because my mind is still working afterall. No good is gonna come out of it we all know that.
I'm dead!
I really hate this simple mind of me.