Addiction

An addiction can come out of nowhere,
can start at any age.
And after a few years,
according to you,
it has always been like this.
But you see others,
and you see them different,
and vice versa.
With regret.
With disgust.
And few will understand.
When you finally try to quit...
One day seems eternal.
Two days seem so few.
You want time to pass quickly.
But, what for?
Is there a time limit?
An specific goal?
A date within reach?
If you're supposed to stop doing something,
there's no reason to count the days.
If it's supposed to be (stopped) forever.
But then you doubt.
You ask yourself:
Why was it that you did it before?
And just out of curiosity,
you do it again.
And remember how it made you feel.
But now you're disappointed,
of what you just lost.
If you had already managed to get this far...
If everyone was proud of you,
and most importantly,
you were too.
Why can't one stop?
Hold back.
Leave the temptation.
But sometimes it is very strong.
It's annoying that it's so...
tempting.
After all,
that's what an addiction is.